Whenever we drive past a graveyard:
Dad: Do you know why I can’t be buried there?
Me: Why
Dad: Because I’m not dead yet!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Whenever we drive past a graveyard:
Dad: Do you know why I can’t be buried there?
Me: Why
Dad: Because I’m not dead yet!
War is ever!
So I’ve left a job where I felt stressed and neglected, and although I had a nightmare of a time, I’ve realised so much about myself and about what I want to do next. So many signs are telling me it’s divine intervention. I just hope I’m right...
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This is important
Theodor Kittelsen, Heksen (Witch), 1892.
Karl Martens
Dutch Clouds, 2011
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