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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢. 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 .𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢.
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The Wallow's Cottage Forks, WA. May 2010
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𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃, "Thinking and talking about death need not be morbid; they may be quite the opposite. Ignorance and fear of death overshadow life, while knowing and accepting death erases this shadow."
Evangeline Wallows didn't quite know how she felt about death. She had grown uncomfortably close to it and all it's wonders. Yes, death had wonders. From death grew life — take flowers that grow from the decomposition of a once life-full body of a man for example. Feeding the seeds in which sprout into flowers, and those flowers in which feed the herbivorous animals, and those herbivorous animals in which feed the carnivorous creatures, and the carnivorous creatures in which serve the man—whom also eats the animals in which eat the plants that comes from the decomposition of the man. So indeed did death have wonders, yet man feared it so much, always looking for a way to overcome the inevitable nature of death.
"Evee, Jonah!" Logan Wallow's brawny voice called sternly from across the yard, "get off your ass and help unload."
"He's so—" Jonah stopped himself, aggravated as ever. Jonah and Logan were cousins but were more like brothers—since they were raised side by side and very close in age, though jealousy had bloomed inside both of them because of their closeness.
