The air has the scent of laundered sheets drying and of the thawing earth coming alive once more. When I die, I want not to be cremated, I want to be put into the ground so I can become that sweet scent too in time.
Showing posts with label without coffin would be best. Show all posts
Showing posts with label without coffin would be best. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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