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August 21, 2003
...when things were very bad
...when things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep. When it awoke, the fearful thing had gone away....neither of us would allow the other to be buried without making "absolutely, positively sure" that the person was dead. I also had to swear that when his soul was sleeping I would never try to wake it, for the shock might make it go to sleep forever. So I let him be.
-I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
I buried him alive.
Posted by lainey at August 21, 2003 03:24 AM