aaron gayah

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The Weather

He sat as he often did - with his elbow on his knee, palm propping up his chin, his index finger bisecting his lips. And his sister spoke:

"We were worried about the weather, but it's a sunny day. She had wanted that."

He nodded quietly, agreeing with her. A soft smile formed slowly as the words registered with him.

And they all looked on at the pyre, now fully ablaze.