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I was at my cousin's home and funeral, The man sat outside as they usualy do according to tradition and the woman sat patiently inside listening to the preacher.
It was one of those realy hot days in South Africa.

Suddenly the songs began change, movement and the preacher signaled to take the body to the cemetary.

...Before the entrance stood a boy enjoying his sucker and me ready to capture the contrast of his life and death,Knowledge and innocence and the accident of the brocken light outside her door.
The mysterious figure look away from us im her window.
The slight spill of light as a spirit floating above the preacher and the blible.