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July 28, 2012
I then went around and checked the other cannon. As I expected -- true to the pattern -- a small memento was found within each. A fine glass bead, a cigarillo holder of broken ivory, a small silver coin so worn its twin pillars were barely visible. In all, seven tiny objects were collected, each one seeming to represent in some way a good and pleasant life.

My heart ached for the unhappy woman who had so placed with such care her most precious possessions. I looked around at the drifting mist under the blue sky and wondered when. Yesterday? This morning?