People disappear when they die.Their voice,their laughter,the warmth of their breath,their flesh...and eventually their bones.All living memory of them ceases to exist.And i know that this are both dreadful and natural.Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation.For in the books they write they continue to exist,and we can rediscover them.Their humor,their tone of voice,their moods.Through the written word they can anger you or mae you happy.They can comfort you,perplex you,or alter you.All this eventhough they are dead...It's kind of magic!
(for my grandfather)
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