1:04 PM, Friday, June 20th, 2013
The wind rustled through the leaves in the trees as Gabriella’s feet crunched through the dark rich loam of the forest floor. Joy floated up through her sorrow as she walked through the grove of remembrance. Even in the midst of death, life can flourish, she mused, and she looked upwards, through the thick canopy of emerald leaves above her. Josephine would have liked this place.