Heart by Heart
By Scott Ramsey
The Colorado air was taking on a definite chill as Monica walked along the path through the rows of markers. She slowed as she saw a small group standing near the grave that was her destination, and as she watched they laid a large wreath of flowers before the stone and then joined hands for a moment. No one said anything, at least not that she could hear, and Monica waited a respectful distance away while they observed their silent vigil. It only lasted a few minutes and then the half dozen women turned and headed back towards the parking area. As they passed her one of them, a pretty young woman with honey blond hair, smiled warmly and Monica gave her a hesitant nod in return.

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