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September 16, 2003
But I will linger, bound to my grief beneath the fading trees,

For a while, she simply wandered, occasionally brushing her pale fingers along the surface of a crumbling stone, across the length of a discarded weapon. But her strides held the determined air of someone who was making their silent way to a long-remembered destination.

At last, she seemed to reach her goal, for she stopped. At her feet lay a row of four small mounds. Still as though she had all the time in the world, her gaze flickered over the four small mounds, 'I've missed you all…'