She had seen too many dead bodies
and not once did she witness the soul
rising out. Perhaps, she thought,
it was an inward journey-
like falling.
One night, she held the hand
of a dying man. He asked her
"is this what dying feels like?"
When the warmth slipped from
his fingers and his mouth eased
itself into a smile, she whispered-
"yes".
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