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May 25, 2002
I have seen two people die. I was present at their very last moments of consciousness. One, on a dirt ground, a single breath exhaled while I pumped on his chest. Second, at the edge of a bed and I knew it was coming before it came. He smiled at me, I think. Then we went silent for a second. Then exhaled we all began to cry, as if what was before wasn’t sadder than this. First ashes to ashes, second he floated away. Death provided me a clear mind, I felt cyclical, like things had never made more sense.