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So I plucked a flower- not a lily - from my aunt’s flowers she got at the viewing.

I am laying on her bed where she passed.

I am in her room where she passed.

I was the one who heard her last breath in life.

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Roger

I like the dissonance of living flesh on the bed of the one passed on.

Roger

Your face does not hint at peace. Did her death disturb you?