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With no specialness to it at all.

An awareness.
Life happening all around.

This continues
for some time.

And then,
As softly as blowing out
A lit match,
All of it ends.

Without the fanfare
Without any parades

It ends.
Just like that.

Every time.

Written by Father Luke Monday May 1, 2017