We are in a procession of cars on the way to the crematorium, everything moves slowly. Quiet reflection turns to a gaze out of the window and an unknown man stops to pay his respects, he tips his hat, he makes his way onward.
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We are in a procession of cars on the way to the crematorium, everything moves slowly. Quiet reflection turns to a gaze out of the window and an unknown man stops to pay his respects, he tips his hat, he makes his way onward.