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What if heaven is just a vast consciousness that the dead return to? And their assignment is to report on the experiences they collected during their time on earth?…The spring mornings they woke up to a million birds singing their hearts out, and the summer afternoons with the swim towels hung over the porch rail, and the October air that smelled like wood smoke and apple cider, and the warm yellow windows of home when they came in on a snowy night. “That’s what my experience has been,’ they say, and it gets folded in with the others–one more report on what living felt like. What it was like to be alive.
