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No Toilets To Flush

We who remember outhouses consider flushing toilets the next thing to heaven. Yet, we know, in heaven— no need to search— they do not exist. The Apostle Paul said, “We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed.” No freckles, no cowlick, no twisted bones, no missing members, no lack of understanding. Questions will all be answered. As we enter that pearl-encrusted gate, as we gaze through those transparent golden streets, never again will there be a need to flush.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 12/7/2017 12:10:00 PM
You stirred in my mind thoughts of all the mundane things we'll leave behind upon entering a glorious realm. And with it, I suppose, will also come the ability to forget all those mundane things, as well as recollections of our baser selves, whose departure I will not miss. Thanks for the vaunted assemblage of your words.
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Date: 6/24/2017 3:03:00 AM
Its a very contemplating write of life after death.
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Cona Adams
Date: 11/28/2017 10:38:00 AM
Thank you, Samiha, for the visit and for taking the time to comment.
Date: 4/28/2017 4:39:00 PM
No more spiders crawling on you in the outhouse. I enjoyed this Cona. ; ) 7
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Cona Adams
Date: 4/29/2017 6:47:00 AM
Thank you, Connie. Good to hear from you. All the best to you.

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