Upon the hard packed gravel road
She walks in silence.
In the afternoon heat
With the ebb and flow of the lake lapping at her feet
She walks in silence.
In the evening hours
Through the towering pines
She walks in silence.
In the darkness of night
Under the hand-stitched patchwork quilt
She sleeps in silence.
whispering in,
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