The Living and the Lost

There was a faint scent of frankincense inside the quaint, ancient church.

Tess stood quietly by the window and watched the sturdy trunks of trees standing at the base of the wall outside. Their branches extended over the courtyard wall and climbed onto the roof. There were also clusters of pink and white petals tightly grouped together, carrying the scent of spring. When a gentle breeze blew, it