the person who has listened, has loved, has experienced a full life.
slowly her body that use to do the splits on the front lawn of the same house she raised six children, the body that gave birth to those children and loved, and fed and took care of so many others withers away.
her mind that opened my mind to the beauty of simplicity, the amount people deserve to be loved and a fondness of artichokes begins to slip away, the memories of every moment floating around her head like a big cumulonimbus cloud waiting for her to reach, and draw them back in.
She tries to reach higher, to cling longer but her body says no even though she can feel so much love.
hold on.
Just a little longer.
please.
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