Mary vs Victor

“If it is the end, when it is the end, I will want only for the assurance that some echo of my call was heard, to prove - like the lone falling tree - that I did exist at all. I ask you, “Will you hear it?” Did you hear it? “

“The rain poured, she wore her umbrella like a crown - holding up that could not touch her but fell all around. But then, in spring, death pushed from the ground daises by dozens - so that everywhere she stepped,new grief could be found. “

“When my death finally came, I asked them a question “is a soul only so because we share it with others, or is it a simply a lone falling tree, hoping sound will justify its existence?”

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