The Temple of Juno rose like a dream out of the desert.
Here, I laid down letters to loved ones who have passed on... I stood beside thousands of others who came to do the very same. Inside the temple, we lay in the dust as the lace-like shadows crept over out tear-stained faces, listening to the soft whispers of the letters rustling in the wind.
Inside was silent, and sacred.
Inside, we were a world apart.
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