Mourning was really for the living. — Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
Mourning was really for the living. — Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
Mourning was really for the living. — Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
Mourning was really for the living. — Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
Mourning was really for the living. — Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
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Mourning was really for the living.

— Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
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It felt like the times were good, like we were remembering a time before Rachel died, even though things were never this — Zoe Whittall, Bottle Rocket Hearts
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Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes,     The Parian Statue, bending o'er the Urn,     The dark robe floating — Anna Seward, Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace
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