Entry # 3
It has been the most beautiful funeral I've ever been to. I cried even though I didn't know the guy. Or may be I did. Everyone did. He was in the papers. What could one do but be intrigued.
During the procession the rain almost fell and the sun peeked - heaven couldn't make up its mind. Who could? people loved and hated him. Well me, I didn't care, I had my own dead to think of. Well yes, I sort of cried, but only because every detail was so magnificent it was almost like burying a god.
well, enough of him, he's not the dead I've been praying for.
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and now, you.
When will you return?
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