..
They found this girl's body|in the garbage.
One of those bins|they have outside houses.
And it was full of concrete
so you couldn't even see her.
And they had to chip away|at the block very carefully
so they wouldn't mess up|any of the evidence.
And they said that they didn't know...
if she had been molested.
Well, I bet she was.
I bet she probably was molested|in every possible way.
Ways that you can't even imagine.
Ways that don't even make sense.
Not even to the people who did them.
And you know, you know,|the concrete was probably like...
a relief, it was probably the most...
wonderful thing that had|ever happened to her.
Like some warm bath that you can just...
just sleep and sleep forever.
They chip, chip, chip.
They don't know any of the details or...
Somebody...
should cry.
Somebody should cry.________________________________________________________
__Love can never be portrayed|the same way as a tree...
..or the sea, or any other mystery.
It's the eyes, with which we see.
It's the sinner in the saint.
It's the light inside the paint.
