I avoided the town and it’s troubles but I wove flower crowns for the children; they always knew how to find me.

But as the nights grew hot and loud the children became too frightened to stray from their homes; I was torn. My place on the outskirts had always been safe.

Sharp new walls encircled the town, unsmiling faces milled around.

My outskirts were safe but the children were not, so I wove pretty nooses for those who frightened them.

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