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August 16, 2004

Death Quarry

In my small town it is customary to go here to die. Since the quarry holds the deepest waters in Europe, retrieval of bodies is impossible. Consequently it is often difficult for the authorities to establish whether someone is actually dead or missing and we always have hope. Eventually, in thousands of years, the bones will rise up and form an island on which the locals will dance until death comes to them.

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