Fresh wreaths on graves. Issues dead and buried quickly. Almost a bounce in her step as she walks away. Too soon? too mechanical? Did a piece of her die there with them too? Or is it called strength and resilience by another name? Another conquest, or another stepping stone to her destiny? Does she die with each grave, or does she live? We'll never know will we for tomorrow the day dawns and despite all, life goes on. Fresh wreaths.
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