at the edge of the cliff, she stood, determined……. eyes limpid pools of sadness hair wind swept. flawed…. damaged? the swirling enormity below inviting….! nested in her own ignorance, never knowing there’s poison, in the sting of bees, as dripping honey in their combs. in the heat waves of life consumed without flame yes, an escape ineluctable! perhaps more to cover a secret… SWISH….! the water below parted noisily, sloshed up… but the tug was fierce. down, down…. she slid, into the silver chambers to be garlanded by mermaids!
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