Debbie Roth

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I hadn’t crossed over after all; I was still in bed with my family. I slid my arm under Xana, who rolled toward me instinctively in her sleep and put her head on my shoulder. I felt the interstellar emptiness of death slowly getting replaced by human warmth and touch.
In My Time of Dying: How I Came Face to Face with the Idea of an Afterlife
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