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| Josep Benlliure Gil |
Death to the Saint is but a blessed release, for the Heavenly airs are alike to the fragrance of coffee in the morning, or jasmine in the eve: the inhalation of the new life beyond this one, brings a joyous complexity both rich and sublime.
He could see a tall white rabbit waiting there to greet him. This rabbit equalled him in height. Francis thought to himself that the end of his life was signatory to this sight.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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