Thursday, June 09, 2011

She who Dances in the Forest

She Who Dances in the forest pauses for a moment in her dance and looks at a bunch of old, worn photographs and newspaper clippings. There’s one of a man with a gun in a dank room, one of many taking her breath away, making the catching in her throat grow. One single drop falls from the corner of her eye and hits the images like a waterfall, making them all fade away like tears in the rain.

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