There are bits of our brains we won't ever know how and why they work.

The number of stories, especially out of WWII, of mothers who knew

their children had died and how, is too many to dismiss as fantasy.

The moment of death is a powerful one and ripples travel the pond.

The only dream I fear is one of my passed-on friends telling me that I'm

listed number 3 in the heavenly Pool comp next Wednesday.

I have other plans and I'm not that good at Pool.

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating