Rain pours down steadily, splashing off the black umbrella and the cold stone markers. Papa Galim grips the girls' shoulders tightly, his head bowed. The camera is static, emphasizing the permanence of the loss. The wind whips the hem of the girls' dark coats as they stand frozen in grief. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on screen): Voice: A so...
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