The king has started fires amongst our town, he claims that it will help kill off the disease that lurks amongst the air. Houses full of smoke from cleansing, children have their noses stuffed in sponges of vinegar in hopes their immune systems reject the hoax. Your mother is getting more ill by the day. It's been six months and she still mourns over your death. I make continuous trips to doctors and get the same answers as the last six months. If it were a common cold would she still be curled in your bed crying your name? Her skin is pale and cold, her hair decorates your bed, eyes red and puffy swollen to the touch. Her moans of agony ache my heart, she refuses to eat and groans when she moves. She’s all skin and bones like a skeleton dressed in human flesh. My heart aches for her, I pray every night to the gods to spare the life of my love. But I fear it must be too late. For I lay awake, in fear one morning I’ll awake to my love dead. I wish you were here.
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Spiritualité[[An old highschool English assignment]] A young family of 35, living in an era of the 1600's face a dreadful fate after their daughter of 8 years old, died. Iphigenia, having been ill of a mysterious disease with no cure, passed off as the flu, pas...
