Forever beautiful

She would have had a ribbon in her hair today. Or a barrette with a ribbon attached. Pink lipstick and an apparent yet managed softness, despite her ever sharp mind. She would have worn purple, I think; though it could have easily been pink or blue – with a flowered skirt trailing below it. She’s taking the biscuits out and talking about how she “discovered” them, much to her surprise, since they were, after all, out of a tube. She’s smiling. That much I know. In my imagination and reality alike. She’s smiling as brightly as she ever did. And for that, so am I.

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