I've often wondered when I wake up, in morning's delightful yawn, if I've really died in another lfe, the same life, even mine, just in a different spot, or another ripple of time, maybe, yet, when I am gone, at the moment of my demise, cognitively I have woken up, in someone elses bed than mine,... Sign in to see full entry.
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