Smell of dull incense
Coiled in the dying-out street
Late passers-by don't stop anymore
Cackling at her offspring
Like a hen would at her chicks
She chides them into place around the table
Salt and ash
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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