In a corner of the graveyard I watch a man silently weeping. I draw
near. I know him, I have never seen him cry before. He is
strong and dependable. I wrap my arms around him and he shivers. It's like a cool wind has wrapped around him. His skin feels cold to the touch. In the distance standing
around an opened grave I see people I recognise, it’s my family. I leave my lover;
I don’t want them to see us together. I look down at the coffin in the grave
and read the name on the bronze plaque. Now I shiver and know why I see dead
people.
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