Bit by bit, little by little, all her dejected memories started accumulating dust.
All the laughter and the tears from the past were hidden under a film of grey.
All the sins committed by her & the others were now just an old stack of unkempt books hidden under the load of her new ones, the ink on them obliterated with time.
The depravity of her soul, washed away by the rain long ago.
Her contentment ephemeral but ample.