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"They murmured about a place somewhere deep in the woods where a set of bones lay on a bed of moss, above which a troop of mournful flies had kept vigil the previous autumn until the frosts came and they, too, succumbed."

this is tragically beautiful

... as if he were a bumpkin who had been called, perhaps even in mockery...

so sad 😭

"My husband, the table" 😭😭😭 MA'AM I CAN'T