Life presents choices. I’ve found choices sometimes leave ashes. And then comes the whisper, “what is to give light must endure burning.” I touch the ashes and feel life. A heart beat. Perhaps ashes I may not have chosen to carry their urn. But there they are. Time to rise. I say yes to the choice. The urn empties.
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