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For all things come to an end, yes, as the lives of my forebears had come to an end, life itself and life as they knew it, never knowing, never understanding why or wherefore, only that a feeling, running under the seams for centuries, had broken to the surface.
It was the late twentieth century. What did we have left? A prayer book, some scraps of song, a history lesson beginning with devastation.