The well fills, deep and muddy.
So, they bury the dead above ground,
higher than the black water can reach.
A petite girl, with dark eyes and even darker hair, smiles.
Maat shan’t find those not kissed by the Sun;
And, those she cannot find, Osiris blesses.
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