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Raysheka and the Christmas Bells

There is  fantastic lady of whom my life is enriched.
Her name is Raysheka.
I think of her around the holidays having  a good time.
The bells that she hears are from a steeple.
She is taking a drive to the country to get away from it all.
Given all she can give it is now her time to enjoy life.
This is the place for her.
On a  quiet Sunday morning she drives through the little town  hearing the steeple bell chime their familiar carols.
Having experienced the holidays she is prepared to relax.
Taking this leisurely drive she embarks upon some of the residents as she waves to them.
Tooting her horn as she drives by them they all smile and are filled with joy.
Raysheka finds herself a meadow of clover and of chrysanthemums all in one field.
She gets out of her car and finds a knoll  to lay her blanket down.
Off, in the distance, she is able to hear the steeple bells chiming.
Having said goodbye to the field she is on her way home.
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