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    When important people die, the world feels their absence deeply. Nature responds by growing still and sensing danger, while those left behind feel the air become empty and their senses more acute. Their memories are painfully sharpened by all the things left unsaid or undone with the person now gone, and their souls feel unmoored without the nourishment provided by that person's presence.

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    When important people die, the world feels their absence deeply. Nature responds by growing still and sensing danger, while those left behind feel the air become empty and their senses more acute. Their memories are painfully sharpened by all the things left unsaid or undone with the person now gone, and their souls feel unmoored without the nourishment provided by that person's presence.

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    When important people die, the world feels their absence deeply. Nature responds by growing still and sensing danger, while those left behind feel the air become empty and their senses more acute. Their memories are painfully sharpened by all the things left unsaid or undone with the person now gone, and their souls feel unmoored without the nourishment provided by that person's presence.

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    When great trees fall,

    rocks on distant hills shudder, -- Maya Angelou


    lions hunker down
    in tall grasses,
    and even elephants
    lumber after safety.

    When great trees fall


    in forests,
    small things recoil into silence,
    their senses
    eroded beyond fear.

    When great souls die,


    the air around us becomes
    light, rare, sterile.
    We breathe, briefly.
    Our eyes, briefly,
    see with
    a hurtful clarity.
    Our memory, suddenly
    sharpened,
    examines,
    gnaws on kind words
    unsaid,
    promised walks
    never taken.

    Great souls die and


    our reality, bound to
    them, takes leave of us.
    Our souls,
    dependent upon their
    nurture,

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