Lake Lewisia #1356

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While getting the death one deserved could never be guaranteed, a suitable, if not always desirable, afterlife would usually be arranged. For him, after a life spent using headphones and dark glasses and carefully chosen fabrics to defend against a world of pricking noise and sizzling light and grating texture, heaven was a Rothko. When his soul slipped free of this plane, Death escorted him to a universe of blue, soothing and cool as a pool of pure water stretching out forever.

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LL#1356