twenty-five bones
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I can't help but wonder. Do either of you remember?
Though, I suppose it doesn't matter. I doubt the dead are meant to mind whether they are forgotten or not.
Still...
[/private]
[a shallow sigh. and then, softly--]
...I enjoy the sentiment of this holiday. It has a peculiar beauty to it.
[he will be spending the day in the cemetery, visiting each grave in turn, as if he knows them. When he reaches his own, a small and unremarkable thing with his name etched across it, he lingers. ...Even the dead should take time to remember every once in a while]
I can't help but wonder. Do either of you remember?
Though, I suppose it doesn't matter. I doubt the dead are meant to mind whether they are forgotten or not.
Still...
[/private]
[a shallow sigh. and then, softly--]
...I enjoy the sentiment of this holiday. It has a peculiar beauty to it.
[he will be spending the day in the cemetery, visiting each grave in turn, as if he knows them. When he reaches his own, a small and unremarkable thing with his name etched across it, he lingers. ...Even the dead should take time to remember every once in a while]