"In my hands a legacy of memories I can hear you say my name."
A considerable amount of time had passed since the sisters had shed tears of any kind--much less ones of complete despair and helplessness, but it had also been a long time since any of them had lost someone so dear. Fate was a cruel bitch, the irony of the cold, rainy and dark weather demonstrated exactly such. She'd be buried in her favorite weather. Was that fate honoring her passing or mocking it? The sisters weren't sure. Though they very much wanted to do so, neither one was able to bring themselves to vocalize any final words...
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