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Commander FitzRoy stood on deck, the butt of a cigarette clenched between his teeth. He looked out, surveying Plymouth. They would be leaving soon, and it would be at least two years before they returned again. The city mightn't look the sa…
What's for you won't go by you.
I think of death. Death is not the end of life - but the beginning of more. After death- we decompose. We become part of the earth, part of the trees, our molecules join the molecules of others that have left this world, and eventually f…