After clearing her dishes, Kandais excused herself to the back porch. She had been avoiding even looking on the graves lined so peacefully behind the aging but sturdy Victorian mortuary. It disturbed her, in in a very subtle way way, that a graveyard should look so much like a park cut into a plateau; Gazebos and skip-stone walkways, and purple blossomed trees, laying along crypts and tombs and chiseled crosses. At the far end were high cliffs, their edges tufted with grass and wild flowers.
That was her schism over the place, such a wide grassy expanse was unheard of in Theyeark; Particularly in the south-eastern suburbs where she lived. There, the ground was either hard packed earth or harder cement. Part of her longed to sit beneath the trees or lounge on a shaded gazebo bench; yet to
