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Hattie Sue

One whispers and tiptoes as another drops her teacup in a night when the dying soul releases her last breath. The crash sound is heard by crickets as well as angels. Clay fashions itself into sculpted word.

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Buhagiar Victor

Date: 7/9/2021 1:58:00 AM

Sure things in life are death and taxes. Loved your description of a dying woman.

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 7/14/2021 8:38:00 AM

Thank you, Victor. This was my beloved sister-in-law. I wasn't present when she made her transition, but her death was her release from breast cancer. She is a precious soul. Someday I'll catch up with her in the far beyond and we'll discuss death, taxes and poetry.