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Abstract

The other day I thought of hospices. Why is it that a hospice is always located far away from everything else? Is it to isolate the dying from the rest of us, so we don’t see them in our everyday life? Is it to give the dying a sense of already being outside the world, in a transitional place, not quite dead but not fully living anymore? The hospice my mum died in is set near the brink of a lake, in a clearing in the woods, outside the city.