she'll
raze
she'll
lose
most
of
herself
to
the
fading
light
.
most
,
but
not
all
. she'll
forget
a
day
spent
in
an
orchard
long
burned
into
her
mind
,
remembering
only
the
taste
of
a
peach
she
plucked
,
all
sweetness
without
context. she'll
remember
how
to
smile
but
forget
why
the
smile
is
there
. she'll
be
less
than
what
she
was
,
and
more
than
she
hoped
to
be
,
and
a
great
love
will
grow
up
around
her
as
vines
around
a
tree
.
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go
blather
from