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realityshifted2009-11-05 08:29 pm
ambitious-woman.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2009-11-05 08:29 pm
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The End is Where We Start From
[It has been a year.
A year since her death. A year since she returned. A year since this place altered her is ways she is yet to fully comprehend. Times moves differently between the two, here and there. There and back. And yet she wears the year like a cloak about her body all the same.
She is wearing black. Not in mourning of what was lost, but in the understanding of what was gained. It is a long, simple sheath that shimmers even in her stillness. Nothing like what she is required to wear in France, it is cobbled and fashioned together from the thoughts and memories of those she has encountered here.
She still stands, her palm briefly passing over her abdomen.
It has been a year]
A year since her death. A year since she returned. A year since this place altered her is ways she is yet to fully comprehend. Times moves differently between the two, here and there. There and back. And yet she wears the year like a cloak about her body all the same.
She is wearing black. Not in mourning of what was lost, but in the understanding of what was gained. It is a long, simple sheath that shimmers even in her stillness. Nothing like what she is required to wear in France, it is cobbled and fashioned together from the thoughts and memories of those she has encountered here.
She still stands, her palm briefly passing over her abdomen.
It has been a year]