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There is dirt under her nails.
She digs a shallow hole with her hands, soil pulled up and pushed to the side. She carefully reaches into the small bag beside her, pulling out a handful of seeds, and gently sets them in the hole.
Her clothes are stained green.
She pushes the soil back over, pats it until it isn't noticeable, and shuffles to her right where she begins to dig another shallow hole.
The air is warm and the sun is bright.
She pushes the soil up and to the side. She places a handful of seeds in the shallow hole. She covers it back up.
Her friends are talking together on the porch.
She shuffles to her right and begins again. She digs, plants, and repeats.
There is blood under her nails.
She digs a hole with her hands, soil pulled up and roughly pushed to the side. She reaches into the small bag beside her, pulling out a few seeds, and drops them in the hole.
Her clothes are stained red.
She pushes the soil back over, pats it, but it's still noticeable. She shuffles to her right where she begins to dig another hole.
The air is cold and the moon is too bright.
She pulls the soil up and shoves it to the side. She drops a dog tag in the deep hole. She covers it back up.
He’s dead and he can't hurt her anymore.
She digs a shallow hole with her hands, soil pulled up and pushed to the side.
There is dirt under her nails.
Her clothes are stained green.
The air is warm and the sun is bright.
Her friends are talking together on the porch.
They call over to her and ask for her help, because they're arguing and need her opinion because obviously the other one is wrong.
She gets up, dusts her pants off, abandoning her gardening to listen to her friends.
One of them tells her that bookshelves should be sorted by author. She ignores the blood-dirt under her nails.
The other tells her that bookshelves should be sorted by book title. She ignores the red-green stains on her clothes.
They begin to argue again, as if she isn't there, and she ignores the cold-warm air.
She interrupts them and tells them that really, books should be sorted by cover color. They begin to argue with her, and she doesn't think about anyone except for the two people in front of her.