Death, she beckons with one of her pale hands, the one circled by numerous bracelets- thick and thin. she smiles warmly and openly like a true friend (there till and esp. at the end). and beside her, God. and He smiles as warmly and openly and together they welcome me into their arms, and whisper in my ears "Grace, you have come home". and i am at peace.
and if that is not a possibility now.... i know Dream, he can arrange something for me.
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