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@mercifulange / flowers !!!
she is always so still, though she seems still to command the air around her, & she is always so quiet, but her presence rings in your ears anyway. death, it seems, lingers in your mind & in your step still ; you can only figure it is why she, something like both life & expiration, will not vacate your thoughts. you think that . . . ah, it’s hardly rooted in knowledge or reasonable feeling, but if she can smile in this state of being, then so can you. you clear your throat, announcing yourself so that she does not become startled by a sudden appearance. your poise is lost if only for a moment when she looks at you ; you feel . . . inexplicably sad. it rattles in your chest, & you clear your throat again in an attempt to rid yourself of it’s debilitating existence. you can do this. you feel you have to.
finally, after perhaps a moment too long of staring, it is princely poise snapping back into your shoulders and tone. ‘ eir, is it? ’ you try on a smile for her, meant to make yourself look warmer, smaller though you step closer, your arm is still some ways away when you extend the flowers towards her ( * purples & blues & whites ). ‘ you always look so downtrodden. i hope these will help. ’
