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GiorgioComment by K3Master: She started her day like any other. Waking up, making and pouring her morning tea. Glancing quickly through the paper that that sweet young boy had been dropping on her doorstep for a couple of years now. She always greeted him with a smile and a sweet. A chat over the balcony with her neighbor, Greta, about this and that and days gone by.
Then she would begin the chores of the day. Whatever needed doing. This morning it was the leaves on the side of the house. They'd fallen quickly this year, and she'd been put a little behind. She grabbed her broom from the corner where it had rested for so many years. A creature of habit, was she. Then began her task.
It wasn't long, however, before she began to feel a little more tired than usual. Perhaps it was the work. Perhaps it was due to the lack of sleep she'd been having lately. Perhaps it was just one of those days. She took one final sweep, and then sat down on her usual stool. Other than being tired, she felt good. Nothing to be alarmed about. Just needed to close her eyes for a moment. Yes, close her eyes and rest. Recharge.
It was Greta that found her a few hours later, sitting there still, broom in hand, eyes closed as if in a deep and gentle sleep. Yet at some point, that morning, her sleep had deepened to that sleep from which we do not waken. At some point, she had passed to a land beyond this one, to rest forever more.
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