The season in which we find ourselves is one that reflects on death. Every culture and religious tradition makes a big deal out of death in the “laugh or you will cry” sort of way and our culture is no exception.
“I remember speaking those words, and how shame washed over me in a hot tide. Nobody was at all interested in letting me off the hook, either. Everyone was furious at me, and quite rightly so.”
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