These people are fools. They bury their dead face-up, looking for heaven amongst the feckless stars. In my land, we are buried face down. We look to the worms, to the grubs, to the legions of the soil.
We know where God lives.
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These people are fools. They bury their dead face-up, looking for heaven amongst the feckless stars. In my land, we are buried face down. We look to the worms, to the grubs, to the legions of the soil.
We know where God lives.
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