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By George Ansel Nolta

--Lancaster, CA

Death stalks me like a sadistic cat prowling the night.

The timing is his and the suspense is mine.

I search through the days, trying to find a method to cope.

Solutions elude me.

I perceive the loneliness of the solitary passage.

No comfort comes from friendly companions.

A sole performance is required, no training in sight.

We live in a busy crowd, but we exit like a lonely prisoner.

I take this journey alone--totally unprepared.