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My mother sang, “Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning,” just before she fell into unconsciousness before Death came for her.

How Death Became a Friend
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Audrey Stimson

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Roz Warren, Writing Coach
Roz Warren, Writing Coach

Written by Roz Warren, Writing Coach

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Writing Coach Roz Warren (roSwarren@gmail.com) helps Medium writers craft better, more boost-able stories. Roz used to write for the New York Times.

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