It was the color of your roots... pale compared to the green growth of algae on your hair. The Waters honored your Passing. They waved in applause that it had been swift without suffering. No lingering shift from darkness into twilight. A thousand stars lit your locks as your bloated body floated by. The dish of the Moon contemplated your countenance and caressed you from her heights.
"Helen." I whispered as if my breaking heart could revive you, the memory of your blood moistening my lips.
The reunion on April 18th had been well planned. The unsuspecting guests had gathered. I was one of them.
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