:: Death ::
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I saw a hearse this morning.
I saw a hearse this morning, and I was reminded of her.
She closed her eyes every time she saw a funeral procession, a hearse, a coffin, anything connoting death. She couldn't bear to see these things. She couldn't help but shut her eyes.
I don't remember what the hearse looks like anymore. All I remember is the color - black.
I do remember her.
I miss her.
12:12 | view comments
I saw a hearse this morning.
I saw a hearse this morning, and I was reminded of her.
She closed her eyes every time she saw a funeral procession, a hearse, a coffin, anything connoting death. She couldn't bear to see these things. She couldn't help but shut her eyes.
I don't remember what the hearse looks like anymore. All I remember is the color - black.
I do remember her.
I miss her.