she does not tremble at the edge of it no prayer for more time no reaching back only a quiet breath that almost sounds like thanks hallelujah, she whispers, but for what? for the ending or for the weight finally lifting from her bones is this grace or just the absence of fear her eyes close not in defeat but in something softer as if she has been here before as if leaving is the only honest thing left and still, somewhere between doubt and relief a fragile, trembling question lingers is it peace or simply the silence after everything has already broken hallelujah again

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