my heart stirs in my chest
as i watch her face
and my head aches at the sight of her
so unbroken on the outside
nothing but pieces of a long forgotten vase
hidden within
she is so strong
so unapologetic
because she's learned from her pain
to never again let them hurt her
pain is never a weakness
it is always, always a strength.
winter's coming on fast —
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest —
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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