The boxes which contain the ashes of my departed friends are stacked like a sculpture in my bedroom. I must have them near me as they were once upon a time. Strange that we hold onto these small remnants of our dearest companions, but stranger still if there were nothing to hold onto. Yes, many windows in many structures let in that halo.
The boxes which contain the ashes of my departed friends are stacked like a sculpture in my bedroom. I must have them near me as they were once upon a time. Strange that we hold onto these small remnants of our dearest companions, but stranger still if there were nothing to hold onto. Yes, many windows in many structures let in that halo.
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