Somehow the light seems to linger, an
understanding of sorts, between
night and day. By now most blooms have
fallen but she holds onto her petals
longer than she should, wanting to protect them
own them, but she reminds herself that
winter is approaching and flowers will die
even our mothers must pass she sighs and
relinquishes her seeds to the cooling ground.
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