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She was the best of us
Pure as a freshwater pearl.
She was the clasp
That held our strand together.
I hear her laugh echo
On the beat of a butterfly’s wings.
Sometimes I come up here
To be alone.
Hay bales hang like a necklace
On the hillside.
Silent graves remind me
Not to waste away while I’m alive.
LTM
8/18/24