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Thanks for reading. Share this if you want to. The other day I remembered an ancient Egyptian proverb I once read somewhere. “We all die twice. First when we stop breathing and then again, a bit later on, the last time someone says our name.” The proverb appeared as a perplexing non-sequitur in my internal monologue while I was driving my car past a KFC. It was just after 1.15pm. The song Never Ever by All Saints was playing on the radio. The sky was empty-seeming and windswept.

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