In the growing dark, these ghostly figures, keeping low and moving quickly, were gathering all the flowers from the graves. “Always they are stealing flowers,” Sun Moon remarked as they passed by. “It sickens me. My great-uncle is in there, you know. Do you know what that says to our ancestors, how it must insult them?” Ga asked her, “Why do you think they steal the flowers?” “Yes, that’s the question, isn’t it? Who would do that? What’s happening to our country?” He stole a brief glance, to confirm her disbelief. Had she never been hungry enough to eat a flower? Did she not know that you
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