A week later, dignity in death is still a luxury
Sacred rites are bypassed for thousands
The strains of Auld Lang Syne pierced the dusty air at the city’s main cemetery. A woman in black sobbed, “I lost my baby.’’ A coffin appeared, ferried by grieving men. (Full article: 784 words)
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