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"You may not believe in magic
but something very strange
is happening at this very moment.
Your head has dissolved into thin air
and I can see the rhododendrons
through your stomach.

It's not that you are dead
or anything dramatic like that,
it is simply that you are fading away
and I can't even remember your name."

– Leonora Carrington,
The Hearing Trumpet