"And so Adieu and Hello"

The rambling lane ended at her ivy and convolvulus strangled garden.
After high tea, nibbling stale fancies from her lazy susan, she dusted pets’ rosewood caskets and climbed weary stairs.
Branches gently knocked at windows. Sunlight stabbed the gloom through moth chewed curtains. She lit incense and the smoke danced with the daggers.
She opened the curtains, smiling at the view of the lane, and climbed onto the bed where warm white satin sheets enveloped her in love.
One last joyous breath as long passed radiant friends clustered to greet her. She had chosen a good place to die
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