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A Ghost Explains How and When

The dead serve all our needs, all things living feed the fields while the fields live to die one day, all harvests swept away. Then up through the ground frightful beings will arise, their eyes will be empty coffins because they both love and pity all endings and beginnings, We will recognize them not for they are our own remains, our very own bones reduced to dust and rags. These ageless creatures, will for a while, feed the living, for the world eats itself in this way. Come the day when the earth hungers dirt will choke upon its last bitter seeds a fodder no entity could possibly digest, it is then the dead will depart and the living will follow them.

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