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Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended. And this is all very natural and organic and in tune with mysterious cycles of the cosmos, which believes that there’s nothing like millions of years of really frustrating trial and error to give a species moral fiber and, in some cases, backbone.
Everyday took an age to go by, which was odd, because days plural went past like a stampede.
“There’s a difference between alive skelingtons and dead ones?” YES. “It’s a dead skelington he’s got then, is it?” YES. “What was inside someone?” YES. “Ur. Yuk.” The child stared distantly at the landscape for a while and then said, “I’ve got new socks.”
LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
And then it was now.
