And I shall not complain--only, I cannot die--let life go out--so that you could ever forget that my life had been part of yours.
"Is it dreadful of me to think this?
But the mighty domination of Death has dwarfed everything around me, dear; shrivelled the little man-made formulas and laws; the living mind and body seem more vital than the by-laws made to govern them.

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God knows what I'm writing, but you have gone into battle leaving life unfulfilled for us both, and I assented--and my heart and soul are crying out to you, unreconciled--crying out my need of you across the smoke.