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11/05/2003: "More Grave Talk"
music: In A Mist
If it was peace she sought, today had a little of it. A light mist was coming down, there was a gentle warm breeze, and the cemetery was spread with bright yellow leaves. All the dark suits came down the street and waited for the arrival of the casket. Haas complained, Erica looked at the tree, Bruce scowled, and the rest of them did their funeral tasks in the background. The mourners were mostly young, and shocked; one of the pallbearers wore his team jacket. They went off into the mist, and I blew out the candles and turned off the lights.
