Caveat: Poem #2755 “Seventy-eighth stanza”

Kiamon couldn't forgive herself, then.
Warm, springlike weather was rampant, again.
She'd been upset at a stranger's request;
Lurking anxiety'd made her quite stressed.

– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. One of a series of chronologically random quatrains about the protagonist of a novel I never make much progress on.

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