11:42am Monday 26th January 2009
They'd buried her. Mud thrown down and then stamped hard! She woke; slowly tried to push her way to the surface. Stones grazed, insects nibbled, she struggled upwards. She could almost smell the air, feel the spring sun. Finally, breaking through she stretched towards the sky Narcissus would bloom again!
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