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A small funeral service. A cluster of mourners in dark coats. A minister speaks at the head of the group. JULIA stands in the middle, silent, listening, dress underneath the coat. Wind moves through the trees.
...Though we grieve, we give thanks for the life she lived among us. May we carry her memory in the days ahead. We commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Julia's expression is solemn, but also disoriented. She was somewhere else right now.