celebration of sorts—-Writers Island
copiously crying women beat at their chests instead of heart-rending it was almost comic he was somewhat surprised by so many people at one place and still there was an eerie hush. his unknown relatives, friends he had not seen for what seemed eternity were present but not interacting strange sight that it was he moved to the centre his eyes were drawn a pristine white shroud copiously crying women beat at their chests. instead of heart-rending it was almost comic on an impul
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