She is happy with the nature around her. Blooming flowers make her smile. She always loves to play, dancing, laying on the bed of flowers, hands, and feet up. It calms her to be on them.
"Why are you always lying on the grass?" They asked her
"It's comforting to be lying on them. I can smell the earth." She would reply
They wouldn't say a word about it aloud, but they would think of her as one of the crazy fools. What they don't know is that these are her last few days, cancer is eating her brain fast.
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