Breakfast in the morning, was dull. A little quiet sadness in her heart. She ate breakfast alone.
The day began quickly, she couldn't keep up. She heard the news, and she made phone calls and cried.
The big persian rug was her place today. She sprawled out, stayed motionless. There were people around, she tried to engage, but she stayed quiet, and solitary, and still. And more quiet.
The day passed, and then she went out. She was starting something new, and she didn't know what.
She would wait, and she would know.
She would know if she waited.
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