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At the Glen Oaks Cemetery, a funeral for a husband is progressing. The wife is receiving comfort from the attendees. But there are also three women in the background waiting for the service to wind down and the people to begin leaving. At the appropriate time each of the three women, different generations in the same family, place a long-stemmed red rose onto the coffin and then walk away. There is something different, something special, something secret.
Robert Lanphar
2018
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