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One Hundred Words
the flowers
Flowers bloomed in their wake.
Large bundles of roses.
Lavender.
Daisies.
African Boxwood.
Lillies.
Where the dead lie, life grows.
Dragons Tongue.
Wild Flower.
Iris.
Lilac.
The crosses above their graves are the only signs of their presence.
Memosa.
Wolfsbane.
Ginger.
Nerine.
Crosses and Angels of chipped paint marked every spot where an unmoving body sleeps.
Limonium.
Hydrangea.
Iberis Amara.
Orchid.
Lost souls wander the fields, their presence only obvious to the gifted and open-minded.
False Spirea.
Curly Willow.
Blazing Star.
Butterfly Bush.
Six feet below ground and still loved by the living.
Baby’s Breath.
Aster.
Youth and Old Age.
Large bundles of roses.
Lavender.
Daisies.
African Boxwood.
Lillies.
Where the dead lie, life grows.
Dragons Tongue.
Wild Flower.
Iris.
Lilac.
The crosses above their graves are the only signs of their presence.
Memosa.
Wolfsbane.
Ginger.
Nerine.
Crosses and Angels of chipped paint marked every spot where an unmoving body sleeps.
Limonium.
Hydrangea.
Iberis Amara.
Orchid.
Lost souls wander the fields, their presence only obvious to the gifted and open-minded.
False Spirea.
Curly Willow.
Blazing Star.
Butterfly Bush.
Six feet below ground and still loved by the living.
Baby’s Breath.
Aster.
Youth and Old Age.