All children mystify his birth.
Yesterday I was reminded of that phrase while watching the man's body. The wagon train over it. Health services working in vain. Curious people who gathered to watch and others who were too quick to realize that a man had just died, that the train had passed over him and crushed his chest.
All children mystify his birth, and adults mystify his death, I thought. Are said to die in a comfortable bed, surrounded by his family, and have had a full and happy life, you will not regret anything and que spesa not leave.
But that man sure knew that tomorrow would be the last day of his life. Sure did not tell his wife how much he wanted, and their children. You may expect your friends to watch the game in the bar life. Just then he had to take the dog, or make dinner, or eat with love and affection that had developed involuntary. Caminanado down the street were looking at people as they untangle the knot in your throat and you saw they did not know fifty feet away a man had just died. Were in a hurry, the bus caught a miracle, they bought, re & iac
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