Oddbean new post about login | logout Life was good for the family. Until the winter set in and they were consumed in an avalanche.
“The consumption” got some of the little ones. We make more. It’s the way of the land.
The burden was eventually too much for maw, and she died of a broken heart after the next year’s harvest.
Buried her right under her favorite tree.
That evening, father shed one single dignified tear. And mourned her no longer.