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A graveyard is not normally a democracy, and yet death is the great democracy, and each of the dead had a voice, and an opinion as to whether the living child should be allowed to stay, and they were each determined to be heard, that night.
“Everything in its season,”
You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

