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Anais D.
Ithaca, New York USA
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When I die, I want to be cremated. Then, I want my ashes to be mixed with seeds that will grow into a willow tree. I want to grow into a big, drooping willow -- the kind you have to stop and stare at for a few minutes. I want to be the tree under which all the teenagers sit and do forbidden things in the night, and where the elderly couples sit for picnics in the daytime. At my funeral, I don't want crying. Unless those tears are for watering the seeds. It should be outside, and there should be lemonade and summer music and dancing. I want those fun tiki lights so that the party [I say party because there will certainly be no need for mourning, only dancing] can go into the night. And at midnight, there might be a toast. A toast to this future willow tree!
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