Sonething Stories

Миний нүдэнд ганцхан залуу л тусна. Магадгүй бид урд шөнийг хамт өнгөрөөсөн бол тэр над руу харах байсан. Гэвч тэр өөр нэгэнтэй өнгөрөөсөн бололтой. Гараа угаагаасай билээ.

"And I drowned in ordinariness. Love, Anne." Anne Oliver died. People crowded around the beautiful casket, acting as if it was a tragedy.  But all of them knew what happened.  All of them knew why she died. Even Anne, who sent letters to everyone who buries her cold and dead body.