The silence embraced her as

she arrived; a comfortable calm

with open arms, a place of welcome.

She stood with confidence under the

boughs of a great tree.  Holding her place.

Patient.  A light breeze rustled the edges

of her dress.  The leaves above pressed

out a soft motion.  In her hand were

flowers, freshly removed from the field.

Their stems strong like her; both resolute

to wait.


The sun appeared full.  Small clouds competed

for space.  She hummed a song, tapping her

foot.  It wasn’t boredom encouraging her to

leave, but hunger.  She placed the bouquet by

the tree, selecting a path back home, until




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