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I clipped some brown fur from her soft neck. My father brought
his wheelbarrow. My mother cut bouquets of flowers from the yard
and we lay the flowers, red and yellow and purple and pink, and
fresh green leaves, all around her beautiful brown body, and wheeled
her solemnly into the shade under her favorite tree where together
my father and I shoveled silently in the brilliant light of a warm June
morning.

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