Yesterday I presided over my third funeral this week. The casket was covered with roses. At the end people took the roses. I took one. It dropped to the snow as I was getting into my little car. These perfect roses come from South America, are heavily chemicalized, and the women who tend them with their babies on their backs have very high rates of cancer. It was cancer that took this man, too. So this is a death rose lying in the snow.
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