She feels the change in the breeze. It toys with the leaves.
It rustles her thoughts.
She sees the difference in the yellow of the Sun.
Streaking the world with an unlikely hue.
It bathes her with a yellow that is more yellow than yellow.
Are we not all salt dolls swimming in a distempered ocean?
If you don't drown, you just only dissolve.
She hears them speak.
And she knows to keep still.
While she waits.
For the next heartbreak.
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