And there, sitting on an overturned stone from the bridge that half-crosses the pond before crumbling to rubble, is a woman.
Her skin is moon-pale—almost unhealthily so, though no less beautiful for it—and her hair is dark as night. You realize two things about her: that she is Wounded, and that, even if you were in a dark and empty time, a hurting time, a ruined and compromised time in your life; even if you understood one day that you had failed, that you had wasted yourself and your opportunities—even then, she would always be with you.
The grass around her is blanketed with the white of snowdrops.
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And there, sitting on an overturned stone from the bridge that half-crosses the pond before crumbling to rubble, is a woman.
Her skin is moon-pale—almost unhealthily so, though no less beautiful for it—and her hair is dark as night. You realize two things about her: that she is Wounded, and that, even if
you were in a dark and empty time, a hurting time, a ruined and compromised time in your life; even if you understood one day that you had failed, that you had wasted yourself and your opportunities—even then, she would always be with you.
The grass around her is blanketed with the white of snowdrops.
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".......Hello, Lumen."