She Has Fire
grace [grays]: elegance beauty of form, manner, motion, or action.”
And she did have grace. She moved with a soft elegance that would define her. Every motion or thought made fluidly. Her warm smile radiating as the sun rested on her face. Her light eyes reflected off each simple day with a sense of ease.
I saw it; I saw her time passing by. A history that would stay in place through memories. Fragments of experiences would slow in motion. A place of peace, of slow rewinds, and crepuscular rays throughout space. Of silence within innocent laughters and a goodbye full of love: full of tranquility as the heavens opened their golden gates on her arrival.
“In the girl’s hands holds a quote before her grandmother’s funeral: Roseburg, Oregon.”
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