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In this "hotel" is a collection of odes and short stories about family, friends, aquiantances, and co-workers who have or nearly have committed suicide, Or they live in a "suicidal" state, Or they have no fear of death, because they have entered the "other side" and returned.
Why do they do it...........love, money, addiction........Nearly everyone has thought of it at one time or another during their lives...
There is a line from a song (John Denver Album-"Farewell Andromeda") that says..."living and dying are intimate friends"
Some live there whole lives without living. And who is to say that after death is when we really begin to live.
Hopi Prayer
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.
-Author unknown-
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