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As she came to the top of the hill, she began to run, as though time mattered and she might somehow be too late, might find him gone. And she blamed herself for having stayed away so long, she had to make up for all the days and nights of neglect. 
She had imagined him to be with her, in the cottage or else gone somewhere beyond her reach, but now, she faced what seemed to be the only truth, that this was where they had brought, and left him. Had others been here? If they had, she resented it, she wished this to be a private place, a locked garden to which only she had the key. But it was open, anyone might walk in and view, as they had all stared down upon him in the open coffin.
She walked through the lych-gate and then stepped on the grass, moving between the old, moss-covered headstones. The flints on the church face gleamed pewter. She did not need the moonlight, she could have found her way unerringly if she had been blind.
The old graves gave way to new, along the south side of the church, with his the last, the most recent, at the end, and beyond that, open grass.


რატომ უნდა დაეცეს ადამიანს ხე? :|