She danced and she danced and she...you get the idea. The slightest movement within her produced an electrifying movement in her limbs and torso. Twisting and turning, she was a product of the life force, the energy within and without. Moving through the white daisies, the gentle, nurturing spring sun caressed her silken body, and the look in her eye conveyed an innocence that could only be had from an eternity of raw experience.
Twirling and spinning, she lost all sense of time until it became just another deposit in her memory bank. Arching her spine, she threw her head back like a long-necked swan or a wolf baying at the moon. Laughing with sheer glee, she skipped through the smiling flowers, falling on their bed of ecstasy.
"At least she looks peaceful," the golden-haired lady commented between sobs.
"That she most certainly does," said the tall, handsome man beside her with a faint smile.
They turned away while the coroner slid the white sheet over their grandmother's serene face. He picked a daisy off the sheet in wonder as the sad lady and handsome man left without another look.
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