The small wooden casket contained the small fragile body of the three day old child
Stood under a wall of, artificial transparent, rock. The flame of the candle did not flicker. The flowers and the people not even their breaths moved their statue like forms the only thing that moved was a constant drop of water from the tiny coffin.
The small hall was placed next to a school house where small children played, on this nice sunny summer day.
I saw the priest robe in hand just walk away. If only the parents could do that.
Alone from the group sat a lady; old, she seemed to have something of mind as she sat in a, reflecting solitude, of things she saw.
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