We bury our dead for entirely selfish reasons. It's cathartic. We dig, we tremble, we sweat, and it helps. I dug a grave this morning. I dug down until the color of the earth changed, until I couldn't dig out the rocks any more, until I hit a tree root that defied the cutting edge of the shovel. I peeled back a layer of pachysandra and sod in a big
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