All the same


They had their own way of grieving. 

Some grieved while they laughed, and some when they shopped for things useless to them.

Some walked aimlessly, and some sang listlessly.

Orange shirts and white shoes, some grieved through colors.

Some added one bit more of everything, a shout, a jump, a stretched nap.

Some ate more, some read more.

They were not happy faces. They were successful faces, filled every bit with ambition.

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