She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

“There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word bec…”

“They were two hands holding one heart.”

“And Love is the weaver of the sacred thread and the tapestry. For Love’s loom i…”

“For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.”