In a game against Death, she was dealt a hand empty of winners. Faced with losing it all, she gambled and said, “Hey Death, I’m all in. The winner takes it all.”
She looked Death straight in the eyes, showing she wasn’t afraid because she had nothing to lose. It was the greatest game of bluff she ever played.
Death said, “You won this one, but your time will come.”
She smiled at Death, “I know, but I’ll be ready for you then.”
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R.S. Sillanpaa
Why is it so hard to write about myself? That's where I get writer's block!
In short, I am a writer, dreamer, and a cancer survivor writing about a wide range of things, fiction and non-fiction, whatever happens to interest and inspire me.
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