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<blockquote>Puffs of clouds dotted the sky in low mounds of white, allowing the sun's warmth to descend on the basking world unchecked, early morning heat that drew coils of mist from the damp grass and slowly warmed the monuments of granite and limestone. Only beneath long-limbed trees did the light not dare tread, cool blankets of shade and faintly rustling leaves. Even in a cemetery, there was never silence.
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