A month and a day ago, on Lundi Gras, a member of the Krewe of Dead Beans approached me as I watched the marching group walk down the street and handed me something.
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On Grief and Ghost Ships
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A month and a day ago, on Lundi Gras, a member of the Krewe of Dead Beans approached me as I watched the marching group walk down the street and handed me something.