Honig im Kopf Page #8

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will bring back late-summer temperatures."

Who cares about this stuff?

It's always says the same.

Not me.

Who are you? You sure are a pretty...

A pretty...

It's me, Grandpa. Tilda.

I know who you are.

You're my little princess.

Forever.

Take good care of him, Grandma.

I'm going to miss you, Grandpa.

God, you giveth life

and you taketh it away.

Sure and certain of your love and mercy,

we bid farewell to Amandus Rosenbach.

We hereby commit his body to the ground,

in hope of resurrection to eternal life

We hereby commit his body to the ground,

in hope of resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Where is Tilda?

She didn't want to be at Grandpa's burial.

She's back there in the field.

We're to go get her when it's over.

Grandpa?

Did you say something?

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