Platitudes by nsbnina

“In the cave of memory, my sister is my world.” Arvilla stood in the pulpit, in the early morning shadows of the cavernous church where two hours later, her sister Dorothea’s life would be celebrated. She winced at the sound of her strident voice resounding in the empty church. In the cave of memory was...

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