A grayheaded man sat on the sand, weeping. “What ails you, sir?” I asked. “Are you forsaken?” “I weep,” he answered, “because they will not let me die. I have been to the house of death, and its mistress, notwithstanding my years, refuses me. Intercede for me, sir, if you know her.” “Nay, sir,” I replied, “that I cannot; for she refuses none whom it is lawful for her to receive."
wow! This really spoke to me!!
— Feb 12, 2026 07:04AM
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