When Breath Becomes Air 9.0分
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Rebecca

Often I return to the grave after leaving flowers-- tulips,lilies, carnations--to find heads eaten by deer. It s just as good as a use for the flowers as any, and one Paul would have liked. The earth is quickly turnes over by worms, the processes of nature maching on, reminding me of what Paul saw and what I now carry deep in my bones, too: the inextricabilit of life and death, and the abillity to cope to find meaning despite this, because of this. What happened to Paul was tragic but he was not a tragedy.

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