Dust unto dust. There was no reason then for life-it was only a fraction of a moment between birth and death, a movement upon the surface of water, and then it was still. Janet had loved and suffered, she had known beauty and pain, and now she was finished-blotted by the heedless earth, to be no more than a few dull letters on a stone. Joseph
( Daphne du Maurier )
[ The Loving Spirit ]
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