Picture Auntie's closet in Wales. Open the door, and instead of sensible shoes and saved string -- prehistoric bones, 42 human skeletons from the Bronze Age.
The magical realism of such a scene delights those here of a literary and philosophical bent. Just as one day 31 springs ago a young-ish woman stepped on a dankly clanking subway train, rode an elevator into the World Trade Center, and saw for the first time the Love of Her Life, we do not know what's next, often goodness (even if in disguise) that boggles the imagination. Hence the demonstrable validity of the Theological Virtue of Hope.
Rest and eternal light may they enter, by whatever means such celestial matters are settled.
P.S. As it happens, the answer to the question is Yes. Chez Dilys shelters an American scion of the Welsh family Morgan. You never know. Small world, long history.
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