He looked down at her broken body, caked in mud, lying there half in, half out of the muddy canal. Tying a thin rope around her, he raised her up to the nearest tree limb and secured her there. In time, she would be like the rest, decayed, unrecognizable, with vacant, staring eyes or, like some, just empty sockets.

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Haunted Island On Lake Xochimilco

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Walk in Peace and Harmony.
Phyllis Doyle Burns
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