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I close my eyes. I become afraid of Darkness. I am dancing as an aged woman with an aged husband. We can not open our eyes. WE dance in darnkess forever. Complete eternal darkness. What is it like to dance the dance of Death? A dance of love, a dance of contemptness. To dance forever. Together. In darkness. Hapiness. The moment itself between life and death. the realization of a darkness that will never be lifted.