Every autumn an overwhelming sense of melancholy fills my spirit. I start having premonitions of my demise, and lately I have been smelling mothballs EVERYWHERE. Is this just a reaction to our protracted summer season or is my quandary of imperative gravity?
Autumn Death Sense
Dear Death Sense,God should not concern us.
Death is not to be feared.
What is good is easy to obtain.
What is bad is easily avoided.
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