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Piece by piece, the artificial branches snapped in place. Bit by bit, her heart turned blue.
It been years. Still, she could only stare at the stars & balls in the gloom.
Little did she know of her pride.
Proud of their tree, bare yet standing.
Proud of her, tired but still here.
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The children weren't able to comprehend her passing. 'Nay wanted this after all. She'd be happy to hear this.
But the warm glows? Low-lying stars? Blessings?
They saw those. They insisted of her consecutive blessings.
Pusit even meowed in agreement.
I guess 'Nay is still here.
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