Such a small word that contains so much. We bury friends, family, pets, hopes, dreams. Sometimes we even bury the living. Many people even bury themselves and all that they feel. That shouldn’t be a way of life. If we bury too much we stop really living. For good, ill, or somewhere in between after each burial we start again.
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Built From The Fire 
“sometimes we bury the living” Isn’t that so true – sometimes we act as if those around us don’t exist, we in effect bury the living while they’re still alive – so painfully true!
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