A young woman sits on the grassy hill outside of her home. The wind blows her hair gently, and prickles her skin. She wraps her arms around her body, pulling on her blouse, as if to hold herself together. To keep the wind from blowing parts of her away.
How easily the soul can be fractured. Life torn away. Lives altered.
As easily as the wind blows a blade of glass.
How easily the soul can be fractured. Life torn away. Lives altered.
As easily as the wind blows a blade of glass.
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