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[nazarethson]

I've spent the past few weeks by the side of a woman named Audra. She's dying of colon cancer, and I'm doing my best to provide respite. But there's really not much I can do. Audra was, and is, a beautiful woman; kind and caring to those around her. She raised two delightful daughters. She had a smile that could make the world stop and take

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[dracula_tm]

Do you want me to...help?

It's not always a curse.

[nazarethson]

Jesus' eyes widen a fraction.

Oh. Um. Well.

Thank you for the offer, but I am not sure her family would want...that.

[dracula_tm]

Dracula purses his lips, trying to hold back his anger. He wasn't lying. The gift isn't always a bad thing. "Very well."

[nazarethson]

...Sorry.

[the_unicorn]

Though he speaks of despair and death--things that still pain her, though they never touch her--the unicorn is drawn to this one. She doesn't know who he is, nor even his name, but she feels at ease here, and for her, that is enough.

I once pitied humans for their awkward mortal bodies. I thought them no more beautiful than a rhinoceros, or any thing that lumbers about the earth for a short while and then dies. Now I think differently, for there is a kind of strange, terrible beauty in that which cannot last. I still pity them, and yet I envy them, too. In those rare moments when they actually look into the mirrors of their own hearts, I think they understand what life is about -- better than even a unicorn, who has life everlasting.