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Walking down the street
she inspected the ground
not looking up, then

She heard the loving song of a mourning dove.
It filled her ears
weaving into
every corner
of doubt and fear
in her mind.
Slowly she
to notice

The crickets
the trees
in the gentle breeze.

How green the grass
how blue the sky
Now she was skipping
down the road grinning
at the sun,
and just
the world.

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