Death Is A Mystery, And Burial Is

Outside, A Gusty October Breeze Was Combing Leaves From The Trees And Sending Them Across Her Backyard In Colorful Skitters.

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When You Put On A Clown Suit And A Rubber Nose, Nobody Has Any Idea What You Look Like Inside.

He Found Himself Still With Too Many Questions And Not Enough Answers.