When it's time to re-enter the outside world,
She arranges her hair,
Covering it with a hat or scarf,
Glances in the mirror and puts on her public smile,
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''She breathes deeply of peace, Lights the candles, strews the flowers. There is bread dough to knead: '' nice narrative poem..............