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The edge of the forest was blue with forget-me-nots. With each passing year there were more of them. She often wondered, as she wandered past, if some lonely spirit sat among them, hoping for some long-lost friend to think of them as they went by. She smiled, just in case, and stopped to linger in the blooms.

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