Melissa Pons

Often, death is thought of – or imagined – as ascension; a metaphor, perhaps.
This ascension, a movement, I imagine it as release, relief and an encounter – maybe the final one – with a connective web.
Nothing makes us more human animals than the inescapable ending of the body. From pain to acceptance to surrender, maybe all in one.
A connection to ending but also eternity and outwards transformation.
And we all leave a trace.

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