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Death Wish
It is possible to love a place as if it were a person, to want a place to hold your hand when you are dying. Every time I dig my feet into the sand and rocks on this Lake Superior beach I think of this – that if I were about to take my last breath, I’d want to be huddled in a blanket leaning on an ancient log with the glorious sun and the sound of these waves in my head.
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Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Love this sentiment.
I live very close to Lake Superior. It’s part of my soul. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Very beautiful. It is places like this that make me feel I want to never take a last breath, but to go on living forever. There has to be a reason I grow bored of man made things, but I never ever tire of creation – only feel renewed energy and inspiration with every contact with it’s beauty and power.
I think that would be a very lovely ending
Oh yes, I feel the same!