slowly, but surely, she returned.
she returned to the lovely girl
with blue bows in her hair.
her laugh was no longer strained.
her smile no longer dim.
she missed her mother, but dad said this was best.
she trusted him more than herself.
but then, her mother returned.
as she thought she herself had.
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