the view
no one could truly appreciate
that view she had left us with --
the flowers she had so painstakingly
planted, which were set against the beaming
sun, or the perfectly groomed
house with everything
in place and nothing
you could find fault
in.
no one could truly appreciate
the view she had left us with --
that beautiful box, so wonderfully carved
with its intricacy and perfection,
which she now sleeps in forever.
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prose (here)
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