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after all, we are only burying her in thought. like an absent mind, she isn't gone, but elsewhere, drinking spiced tea, probably, curled up in an armchair in a library— nothing could ever draw her from a good book, remember? there are so many libraries out there and so many books; naturally, it will take her a long time to get to this one and come home.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
the coffin is empty, obviously
after all, we are only burying her in thought. like an absent mind, she isn't gone, but elsewhere, drinking spiced tea, probably, curled up in an armchair in a library— nothing could ever draw her from a good book, remember? there are so many libraries out there and so many books; naturally, it will take her a long time to get to this one and come home.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
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