her silent sighs weigh their pale yellow curtsies. she lies in the alfalfa field and listens to their tiny cymbals beat feverishly and shower sweet and sugar upon her cheek….

She rocks back, forth, back and forth – a pendulum. Her hair trodden from the sullen cloud permanently fixed above. The red needle on the yellowed clock reads 7:56 a.m….

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