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She stood at her window staring outside at the setting sun, this was always his favorite time of day. He had always said he felt most alive at sunset than at any other time. She knew it was only fitting that he had died at sunset.
Kyle's funeral was over, the mourners had left, and now there was nothing but silence.
"Goodbye, my friend. May the path to the next world be straight and glorious for you. And may God give you wings so you can finally fly with the birds. You will be missed."
Kyle's funeral was over, the mourners had left, and now there was nothing but silence.
"Goodbye, my friend. May the path to the next world be straight and glorious for you. And may God give you wings so you can finally fly with the birds. You will be missed."