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Thousands of colored lights.  Sparkling, flashing, scintillating, pulsating, swirling, swirling, swirling.  Stars?  The aurora?  The celestial light?
            And humming, humming.  Throbbing, ringing, crescendoing.  The wind?  Bees?  An angelic choir?
            Surely I have died and am approaching heaven.  Swirling, humming, swirling, humming.  How beautiful.
            But it is fading.  Don’t go away.  Don’t leave me.  It is so beautiful.
            “Mama.”
            And suddenly she awoke.
            “Mama.”
            I am alive.  I have survived the Black Death.

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