June 15, 2012
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Orange mist in her eyes, watching the sun fade in the deep end of the river. Her haven, the home of the sea creatures, the home of memories and wonder. Gazing into the ripples as they wash away every bit of hope she has. Waiting to find the door. The door leading to the cortex of hope, desire and faith. Not remembering her innocence, the innocence within. Running away, shouting to the brow of fear. Fear of leaving her innocence behind. Forgotten ways, untold truth, hindered weakness. She sits alone, at sea, waiting for him to return with orange misted eyes.

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