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The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
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