'When he shall die take him and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with the night' Shakespeare
Don't weep at my grave, For I am not there, I've a date with a butterfly To dance in the air. I'll be singing in the sunshine, Wild and free. Playing tag with the wind, while I'm waiting for thee.
Seems a fitting way to wrap up what turned out to be the day of quotes. I found this posted by one of my cousins who lost her brother on Sunday.
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