Duck Lake dorn zunge

the woman, whom mahler soon discovered was called sarah, helped him in the gravedigging, and between the pair short work was made of their unfortunate companion.
having thus interred the corpse, mahler was free to give her his entire attention, and blinked with unusual placidity as she mentioned a pack of which he could not recall hearing.
his lavender eyes fell upon the fresh mound of earth. ”ve did not know him, but perhaps we should do him a reverence and say some vords, ja?” the diasporan suggested dryly, wondering if she would find amusement in it at all.