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Oct 2012
Here lies a woman.* That is all the granite stone reads. These are its only words. The only thing left to illustrate the being that was. What kind of woman? Mother? Lover? Great orator, writer, singer, dancer? Maybe all of these. What potential is there in a woman? Was it fulfilled? Wasted? Nourished and encouraged to grow? Was the wisdom of a woman passed down? Has the future benefited from a woman? Here lies a woman. What a sad inscription. What a hopeful and inspiring inscription. Here lies a woman. That is all there is now. Only a body beneath the earth. Only a woman. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Written by
Veronica Baron
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