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Aunt Stephanie

the billowing branches of trees

swaying in the breeze

there you are

collecting fees

for those who doubt themselves

“you can do it, you will beat this disease”

you sit perched upon these trees

in the company of friendly buzzing bees

feeling finally at ease

feeling the constant, cool sea breeze

you wave to us while holding your bell jar

inside is a symbol of everything you are

a dragonfly, sparkling like the north star

you smile and take flight

“my final au revoir!”

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