"Think of days of those scarlet-breasted, blue-winged birds above you.
Think of me in the garden, humming
Quietly to myself in my blue dress,
A blue darker than the sky above us, a blue dark enough for storms,
Though cloudless.
At what point is something gone completely?"
-from "The Troubadours etc." by Mary Szybist
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