Posted this, of her own free will:
Where_am_I wrote:
Ate Radish's bogeys (to prove they're not that gross) and disappeared into his nostril for eternity.
We can all take solace in knowing he will never go hungry.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)