Death.
There were other fires in other years. People died in
them.
One family, new to the district, were overcome and
incinerated in their house. They were found all in one room in a charred
huddle. The mother and baby had melted together to be forever as one. The
father, at the top of the pyre, had tried to protect them all with a wide
embrace that would last for eternity. We all went to look, to lean what sadness
meant.
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