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Gray Clay

She would go for walks in the woods to be alone with what was natural,

   ...with what was unnatural.

Her mind could be alone out there & go un-judged,

A crows caw often reassured that everything was still okay.

In a clearing, she would nap in the sunlight that would wrap her in perfect temperature,

There she would lay on the bank of a slightly rushing creek.

The sound would take her to her dreams,

Her dreams..?

Well... only she knew that,

But she slept with a smile.

While it was a weeping smile, the tears were hardly noticeable & looked to be appropriate. 

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