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REY ADEL'S PROSE
PHASES OF MAN: REBIRTH


Death

I am in front of the most beautiful person I have ever seen. More lovely than the first face I saw so long ago. He told me that in this WORLD, my only duty is to love, my only responsibility is to love, and my only obligation is to love.

"How I love this place. I won't leave it for some other." I claimed.

"So, you are contented here."

"Yes."

And he let me stay forever.

I agreed without question.


© REY ADEL July 10, 1988 0300H<



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