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This smell, this light. Today brings her to
then. The free, green, idle, innocent hedges
Bridging in the ever- narrowing, brown-grey road
To her home.
In the orange richness of the day she sees
all that was once good : hearts sink under what is now all wrong.
She breathes ,
Desperately trying to encapsulate
All that is right with this absorption of life
and momentary flash back.
Living it as if it were real.
Then the driving away – the scenes getting less familiar
or less ingrained in memory,
Less rooted in being.
The pain slips out to let in the familiar, current state of