She walked in sunlight upon the air.
new buds became blossoms in her path.
Her kindness she scattered everywhere,
on her constant pain, she spent her wrath.
My dear friend, Suzanne, last Sunday left
to join other angels, share her glee.
Ambassador, perhaps, to the cleft
that divides skies from mountains and sea.
Sisters, we thought, in a distant life.
Our lives today were...
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