"It's been a year, Ruth," I mumbled, bending down and sweeping the old flowers and leaves away from the beautifully done inscription of her name on the tombstone. "How are you now?" I knew she wouldn't respond, and she didn't even know that I regularly visited her in the graveyard of St. Mary's parish church. It wasn't that I hadn't yet moved on. In fact, I already forg
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