His will to live was waning, and it made him almost transparent, as though rather than dying, he might just disappear one day, leaving behind only a vague scent of regret.

His will to live was waning, and it made him almost transparent, as though rather than dying, he might just disappear one day, leaving behind only a vague scent of regret.

– Ian Morgan Cron –

Jesus, My Father, The CIA, and Me: A Memoir. . . of Sorts

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