"Berceuse" - Chapter II

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It was the first week of May, and the old bells from the church were filling the air with a slow tempo. Three figures dressed in black were in front of a tombstone, the earth in from of it seemed fresh, recently placed there. Their faces were covered either by black veil or dark expressions, and because of that they didn’t notice a fourth figure that watched them from afar, equally quiet, wrapped in a dress the color of autumn leaves. Some more tears fell to the ground. The fourth figure got away from the cemetery gates, her steps firm, raised chin. “Another voice has shut down”, she though, but said nothing, and kept walking through the flower-flanked roads, towards the old cedar that watched over those people.

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