When death comes, we leave the world of light behind and
enter a world of shadows.
Colors mute to gray. Sounds are all in the distance. Even
if it’s sunny and in the eighties, the air feels cold and we wear a jacket.
Food tastes like cardboard, so we don’t eat. Everything we pick up is rough to
the touch, so we stay home. Our world shifts into slow gear.
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