She was in a garden. It was home and yet it wasn't. She was seated on a stone bench draped with garlands of flowers, chrysanthemums and tulips and lavenders…..her favorites and yet not. She, Danica, loved lilies. Looking down at herself, she registered her regalia. She was dressed in a floaty white dress with a deep plunging neckline that showed……
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