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[muladhara]

I spent a lot of Thursday feeling very sad on hearing about Terry Pratchett's death. I didn't know him (obviously), and I've never met him (more's the pity). And yet, every time I read something about him that day, I burst into tears.

I've never done that before. I mean, usually I feel sad about the famous person in question, feel sorry they're no longer around, and carry on. I thought maybe it was overwhelming ~emotions~ getting the better of me again, but I don't actually think that's the case this time.

I'm sorry he's gone, but maybe it's for the best, all things considered.