I am haunted by the numberless sunsets whose reddish light has colored the walls and window sills of so many places over the years around 5 p.m. or even later during High summer. I am haunted by the breezes that I have felt over the years during various seasons. Some of the breezes carried aromatic herbal Aromas from Meadows and Fields while other breezes carried the happy scent of various flowers and Blossoms and aromatic leaves. I am haunted by the many tombstones that I have passed by with names of people who I never knew and who did not know me and who apparently died at various ages throughout the eighteenth and nineteenth and twentieth centuries in various graveyards that I have personally walked through in South Korea and Ireland and turkey and Malaysia and India and the United States and Guyana and Singapore grave after grave after grave. Tombstone after tombstone. inscription after inscription. Life After Life and death after death. I am haunted by the similar memory each time of our helplessness and I try to imagine that there is a portal or Wormhole or something that takes us from this place and brings us to another.
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