Stop

You wonder what happened to her?
She stopped existing.
All that she was,
Her love and passion
For which she risked everything and everyone,
Her gift of taking beauty
From broken things
And using that beauty
To string shards of words together,
Her curiosity, and her innate tendency
To question it all,
All of it,
Ceased to exist.

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