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As I saw her legs give away, I knew one thing death.  The pain from her over grown feet and the lice on her back.  The only thing I knew was she had given up.  She lay there still, not moving, as the breeze went through her hair.  They carried her away, on a strecher, covered.  The memorial was quiet. Many people came.  They slowly, and delacatly placed her in the grave. They overed her and stick a gravestone: MOLLY WE SHALL NEVER FORGET THEE.

As the storm brewed, the wind whistled through the trees. The thunder rumbled and the lightning spread through the room, as if it was day time.  Everyone asleep, fast asleep as the storm passed.  The morning was bright, a beautiful day.  Nothing showed that there was a storm the night before.  There was dew on the grass, and bird chirping in the trees.  This was going to be a beautiful day.