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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,
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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