One day she would mightily, forcefully breathe again

@Douglas M. MacIlroy

She put her slipper on as the garden was pretty hard on her sensitive feet.  That sculpture haunted her, kept her company. It was going to devour her just like everything else in this world had lately. Its bony fingers were all that she had for a caress and it prickled her being. One day she would box it up and ship it back even if it had to be chopped up into pieces. For now, it kept her company making her leave the house even if it was just the yard. One day she would mightily, forcefully breathe again.

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