#0117. The Gardens are not just beautiful living things, though. They hold in them the bodies of the dead. Alice sits there, often, and contemplates the ashes and bones of the long dead and the newly deceased. She does not mourn them. They were never real to her. But she contemplates them. She remembers them. She would say things like, "In memory, they never really died." Of course, the buried corpses say otherwise. They do not actually say anything at all.
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