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                  The fire had been pale and yellow to start, but now darkened in colour, dancing
                  the jig of the wind and reaching higher into the sky.  Ash and soot plumed up in
                  the air then settled down onto the coats of the mourners, who discreetly brushed
                  their collars, slowly retreating backwards from the pyre of the dead orderly.

                  “Will you miss Sanjay?” asked Betty, as they walked back down the track.

                  “Yes,” said Violet, but couldn’t bring herself to say more.

                  stuart Condie

                                                                                       Field stacks

                  Hilary de Vries   watercolour and pencil

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