The dead were almost holding hands. The foot of one of them was touching the stomach of another, whose fingers lay on the face of a third, who was leaning toward the hip of the fourth, who seemed to be staring at the ceiling, and all of them, as never before and for evermore, became, in this arrangement, my comrades.

Godt sagt! (2) Varsle Svar

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