Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Happy Lent.
There’s an ancient story about Lazarus. You know, the corpse Jesus brought back to life. Ugly affair in a way. He was already stinking. Rotting and so on. I once had a deep cut on my knee and it stunk. I still get grossed out about it to this day. Can’t ever look at that knee the same. Oh if I’d been dead…
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