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The first symbols that often come to mind when one thinks of Pompeii and Herculaneum are the plaster casts of the Vesuvius’ victims. We all knew that we were likely to see these casts, both in the cities and in the museum. However, I did not realize that actually seeing the victims would leave such an impression upon me. In this building into which I just happened to wander were two such victims. Encased in plaster in the corner of the building were the bones of two individuals – two individuals who once had lives and families, maybe even children. They might have been wealthy or poor, town patrons or town innkeepers. Their lives were lost in the eruption and destruction of Vesuvius, but their fears and sadness were not. Being the only person in this quiet building, I had time to reflect upon the two people before me – I saw them as they were in their last moments. I could see their lips pulled back, bearing their teeth in pain. I could feel a sadness overcome me – sadness one might not feel when viewing these people in a museum. For me this was a humbling experience.

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Description
The first symbols that often come to mind when one thinks of Pompeii and Herculaneum are the plaster casts of the Vesuvius’ victims. We all knew that we were likely to see these casts, both in the cities and in the museum. However, I did not realize that actually seeing the victims would leave such an impression upon me. In this building into which I just happened to wander were two such victims. Encased in plaster in the corner of the building were the bones of two individuals – two individuals who once had lives and families, maybe even children. They might have been wealthy or poor, town patrons or town innkeepers. Their lives were lost in the eruption and destruction of Vesuvius, but their fears and sadness were not. Being the only person in this quiet building, I had time to reflect upon the two people before me – I saw them as they were in their last moments. I could see their lips pulled back, bearing their teeth in pain. I could feel a sadness overcome me – sadness one might not feel when viewing these people in a museum. For me this was a humbling experience.

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