ouches my cheek。 It warms as my blood pours from my mouth and puddles around my head。 A red stain； almost black in the fiery night； spreads down my beautiful blond hair。 Ray weeps。 I look at him with such love I honestly feel I see Krishna's face。
It is not the worst way to die。
〃Love you；〃 I whisper。
He hugs me。 〃I love you； Sita。〃
So much love； I think as I close my eyes and the pain recedes。 There must be so much grace； so much protection for me if Krishna meant what he said。 Of course I believe he meant it。 I do believe in miracles。
I wonder if I will die； after all。。。
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