We had broken through to the other side, and were welcomed by a Magus who owned a falafel shack. She ordered a chicken falafel, and I the beef kabobs.
Death was who We were there to see, but decided it was probably a better idea to find a safe, quiet place to sit.
I looked into Her honest eyes and saw that they had been anointed with the absurdism of the breeze.
I remember not liking the other side–the beer was foul there.
Maybe Death will still be there for Us next time We visit–I hope so.