On the ninth day of the war in Ukraine, we had a spring funeral.
The cleanness and orderliness of our chapel, with its bare white walls, its silence and the presence of a small, plain coffin encircled by four tall candles struck me as making it
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On the ninth day of the war in Ukraine, we had a spring funeral.
The cleanness and orderliness of our chapel, with its bare white walls, its silence and the presence of a small, plain coffin encircled by four tall candles struck me as making it
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