Her spirit is young but her eyes are old.

She has seen the sunset come and go a million times.

The light is never the same light twice.

At the thought of the ones that were lost too soon; she weeps for them when her bottom falls out, and she is staring into the abyss wondering why there needs to be a reason.

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