When she closed her eyes that night, she saw fields of flowers.  She held that like a tiny treasure to her chest, and it blossomed inside like a yellow ranunculus.  Petals unfolded, stretching the limits of their crumpled joy.  Stems twisted all over each other, all glad and stepping on toes to get the same golden sun.  

Glad, glad, glad, her soul smiled to her.  

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