Out of death life

Out of death life will come. Flies lay their eggs, maggots crawl, buzzard alight to feast. Death is host and compost. Death is but a resting night dream rejuvenating life, pulling back its bow.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on June 13th, 2006 | No Comments »

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