The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself.
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