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She sat down on the nearest, fallen with age and gray with sea-damp, her fingers tracing the indecipherable carved letters padded with green moss.
The day's sun was gathering its strength in gold, and she wished she had brought her parasol, if only to shade Doaty's flowers.
A small, rock-carved angel watched her from a nearby tomb, the only angel in the cemetery.
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