Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust.

Genesis 3:19 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Through the viewing hall, grave miens passed in sombre silence, relieved by the occasional cough.

Just as it was wheeled into its rightful place, clouds gathered in deep folds and draped gloom within defined parameters. Hushed whispers foliated and scattered bleakly in response.

Amidst the onlookers, emotions swung aloft at immeasurable heights.

Yet, the Little Girl was strangely void of such.

As her heart throbbed with her existence, it yielded a dull repose, obscured by stills of her childhood reeling furiously in cognizance.

Soon, it was over.

The Deed was done.

And as her stride refreshed its pace, the azure sky possessed a considerable fancy.

The Little Girl had grown up.

Again.