It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.

I lay dreaming and reminiscing, flipping through the pages from the memories in my mind because that’s the only thing I have left of you I.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

Written By Charles Caleb Colton

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