Possessed by a mysterious romantic night, now it was time to set her soul free.
Every step she took in the river was a declaration of independence of her enslaved soul.
She walked against the stream,
Would she swim?
She didn't know how to swim in the sea of others.
She drawned.
In peace.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
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