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“Dry leaves on an autumn day” – like the Fatima quote about souls going to hell? Wow!?! Heavy statement in the middlle of the hilarity. Sometimes when I’m in the mall running around I feel like me and all the other crazed shoppers are on a highway to anywhere but heaven…dry leaves…wow…
Uh oh, is that where that image is from? I must have made the connection subconsciously. I haven’t actually been to a mall for something like five years, thank goodness, but I remember that sensation – purgatorial at best.
Malls are the halls of mammon.