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Roses On Fire

Feeling my way toward some understanding of the mystery of death, I find that I must begin by talking about my mother. She was my beginning, at least in this life. Her appearance in my room immediately after she died in a hospital, one-hundred­ eighty miles away, was the only time I can say with certainty that I interacted with a “ghost” while I was wide awake.

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