Tagging and bagging your best friend is not a funeral.
There is something rising here--like a tide, like a wave--the anticipation for when this procession of the living peters out and it becomes a procession of the dead. Everyone is waiting to see her. Everyone is waiting to say goodbye.
Mary Anne's fingers tighten on Kit's arm and she hangs on.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2008-06-02 04:32 am (UTC)You didn't bury people in Vietnam.
Tagging and bagging your best friend is not a funeral.
There is something rising here--like a tide, like a wave--the anticipation for when this procession of the living peters out and it becomes a procession of the dead. Everyone is waiting to see her. Everyone is waiting to say goodbye.
Mary Anne's fingers tighten on Kit's arm and she hangs on.