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Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.” Said I, “You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?” “Because,” said he, “They come wee…
Nolcha Fox
Karen Schwartz
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I don't envy his job. It sounds lonely.
Children's picture book author, fiction writer, personal essayist, kindness specialist, and lover of chocolate.
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