When you hear that I have died...

Jonathan Carroll has a great piece in his blog this morning from Gabrielle Bou­liane, who died on January 29th.

It starts:

When you hear that I have died, think of this.

Think of cool night breezes while you walk to meet your friends for a beer on a Thurs­day. Think of wak­ing up in flan­nel sheets on a snowy morn­ing and kiss­ing some­one you love. Think of hung-over diner break­fasts and the best cup of cof­fee in the world. Think of the sound of tires on seamed high­ways while you travel, think of French kiss­ing and leather jack­ets and push-up bras and bour­bon, think of the joy of hard work with friends. Then think of me.

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When you hear that I have died...

Jonathan Carroll has a great piece in his blog this morning from Gabrielle Bou­liane, who died on January 29th.

It starts:

When you hear that I have died, think of this.

Think of cool night breezes while you walk to meet your friends for a beer on a Thurs­day. Think of wak­ing up in flan­nel sheets on a snowy morn­ing and kiss­ing some­one you love. Think of hung-over diner break­fasts and the best cup of cof­fee in the world. Think of the sound of tires on seamed high­ways while you travel, think of French kiss­ing and leather jack­ets and push-up bras and bour­bon, think of the joy of hard work with friends. Then think of me.

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