On the Afterlife

Imagine This:

Fields of grass with
clouds and balloons and
potato sack races
where everybody wins
and laughs
and rides ferris wheels
and eats cotton candy
and swims in lakes
and holds hands
and intertwines fingers
and never gets cavities
or stomach aches
or broken hearts
and music plays
exactly what you want
when you want it
and no one ever cries
tears of sadness.

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