#86 … considering She, interrupted…

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She, interrupted (or was the interruption), has gone silent; somewhat hidden.

Summer’s days are accumulating, and the actions She had sought, expected, even desired – serving at the gathering – just didn’t happen.

She said (as best as possibly heard, interpreted, and passed along);  She said, “…you decide…”,  this was before She walked away calmly and directly to the river.

Summer is still here but the mornings are cool, afternoons temperate; a few leaves are changed – more dried-out than colored.

She, interrupted, might find the dried leaves adequate shade but inadequate isolation.

Summer will go, dried leaves then crackling ice will carry on.

She, interrupted, may (or may not) return to her post.

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