Haunted by blank reflections, she stepped into the
netherworld of empty bliss, sinking slowly from the weight of the rocks she fetched
from the river’s edge, having filled her pockets with their heft. She entered the
wash of her salvation, her single purpose murky with the green filter of life
conducting its ebb and flow. Her eyes wide and wondrous called to a welcoming
place, her final place.
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