

Rest in PeaceThe leaves ruffled with the breeze, in the garden. The sun shone brightly, on that cool autumn day. In the middle of the cemetery was a crowd, glued to a coffin like moth to light. Within the coffin, she lied wrapped in a white shroud. The peace and contentment on her face could have confused anyone that she lay there asleep, oblivious to the wails that surrounded her. The look on her face betrayed the sickness, the pain, the poking and prodding of needles she had to endure. Perhaps, that's why she seemed so calm for she had finally evaded that torture and her soul did not endure the pain anymore. The crowd tried to grasp the madness of thisRest in Peace
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Fire is the sun unwinding itself from the wood.
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Fire is the sun unwinding itself from the wood.
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