There's never a right time to say this, but I don't want it to get missed just because I never wrote it down. In fact its creepy writing it now, like I'm tempting fate to play its worst card.
However.
When I die, I would like the following as my epitaph:
Do not cry for me, I am not gone,
I am the wind on the grass and the corn.
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