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I went to a funeral recently. Depression hung in the air, like a dark blanket. It suffocated us all and made the atmosphere bleak, and depressing. I then grew to realize that she was at peace, and that I would soon see her again. Hope was found again.
It is quiet here, and lonely. Anyone's imagination can run wild in a corner, for there are no earthly limitations or distractions that they may encounter.