On a day when the sun stands high and the righteous have marked their place by firmly planting flags at their feet, we commit our departed to the earth. This is done as it has always been done: in somber ceremony, with murmured supplications and clenched fists.
The deceased shall henceforth love us forever, and
we them. Tomorrow, we will plant our grain and stack together the stones of our
choosing. In the morrow, we shall dance with our young and begin anew,
imagining for the whole time that we have a choice.
—Mitchell Hegman
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