that you do know that you are leaving your home for the last time. You know that a coronary hemorrhage so massive as to be unstoppable is going to happen within five minutes.
In a way, that's how I live. It could be that I have still decades to go; I could drop dead this very instant, leaving this entry incomplete.
Imagine there's a short window of opportunity in which to say a few words.
It comes to us all, sooner or later. There's always one last person we speak to, and a final set of words.
An epilogue.
What would yours be?
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