Dioses de la muerte makes sense

when you’re in this sometimes spooky part of the Bronx.

Why, I had been asking myself, did the ladies selling plants on the sidewalk offer pots of marigolds to willing buyers.

Why was I feeling so unsettled?

Why did the ghosties look so dangerous, hanging against a dead tree?

Of course it’s all in fun.

Isn’t it?

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