. . .
Nothing was absolute in life.
Nothing was finished.
And because of that, sitting there in the blazing sun, she suddenly felt a relevance about herself that was as overwhelming as it was fleeting. Because when you died, the life you had was the most irrelevant thing of all. Then, there was no relativity. And everything was absolute and finished. She had felt that—slumped and limp-armed—alone on that empty bed, moving so close to some sightless, silent death and she was so close .. almost reached out and touched it,
perhaps if she could have only raised a finger.
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