What had happened since her face had been draped? And where did the screaming go, there was so much peace in their cries, peace that came with the noise of life. Suffering, yes; but life still. She felt a ground unmoisten and crackle nearby and against her skin felt the softened snowflakes that lacked temperature. She dared not remove a garment, for the pillars of salt she knew surrounded her would no longer remember her face. http://www.flickr.com/photos/caseydavid/6182913122/
