The things she used to love
(She loved people,
beautiful, strange, fascinating,
loving, and hateful,
unpredictable,
people.
She loved the day,
and the way the sunlight
filtered through the leaves
of the hibiscus tree as she sat
watching the birds.
She loved learning
new theories, new ideas
new stories, true stories;
understanding this gorgeous world
a little better.
She loved books,
fantasy, history, mystery,
and all the nooks and crannies,
hills and valleys
of the imagination.
She loved
herself,
all joy and courage and love,
brains, and heart,
and the only one of her kind.)
were taken from us,
it's time we reclaimed them.
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