When Death Waits Quietly on a Park Bench

Diary entry /
A cheerful park scene in the late afternoon, shown from a side view of Death, depicted as a more shadowy, less distinct figure in a flowing black cloak

Strangely, I don’t find the notion of death completely frightening. If anything, it reminds me how precious time is. It underscores the importance of my existence—at least to me.

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