August, 1946
07:41am
I remember a funeral. A woman's funeral.
Her name was Sarah; she was buried next to her husband.
I don't remember her face, but I remember her voice. She used to sing this one song; she sung it as if the lyrics were written just for her to sing.
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Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
