Here
with a quick movement of her scissors
she snipped the spray of traveller's joy
and it fell to the ground.
As it fell,
surely some light came in too,
surely one could penetrate a little farther into her being.
Her mind
then
was filled with tenderness and regret...
To cut an overgrown branch saddened her
because it had once lived
and life was dear to her.
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From: "The Lady in the Looking Glass: A Reflection", by Virginia Woolf.
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