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Chestnut hair spread

on her bowed shoulders.

Reassuring memories

and frightening days to come

were pinned on her pale skin.

Heartbreaking past certainties

and forthcoming griefs

like crimson bruises

washed by a flood of tears.

Her hands were moving slowly in the air.

Her tapering fingers were playing with a firefly.

But slightly.

It was her tremulous attempt to light

her darkest night.