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The bare tatters of clothing

she had left barely concealed her modesty,

but she couldn’t hide her wounds,

it was going against the grain,

as she winced with pain,

and then with a sharp intake of breath,

she avoided death,

the angels held her upright,

cradling her,

death was demanding,

but she remained standing,

she was terribly light,

she went white,

thought she was dead,

then red,

she swallowed hard,

then shook her head,

alive,

and she would survive.