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I’ll never see Ivy alive again.But she’s still everywhere. In every drop of bubbling swamp water. In every leaf hanging from every tree. In every speck of swamp mud. In every blade of grass. In every gift she left behind for me: two sacks of miscellaneous objects, a grass bracelet, her home, her love, and my life.A swamp angel named Ivy lived in my backyard. And now she doesn’t.But wherever she is, I know she’s watching me.Just like the angel she’s always been.
