Story #13

She crouched, halfway bent over the small pond. Her hair fell down and covered her ears, meeting her wavy reflection in the water. She sat back again, but reached forward every time a tear came down her cheek, so that it could hit the surface of the water and be a part of its bigger little whole. The feeling of darkness in her core gave her a sense of wanting to stretch, embrace the soil, digging for some light in it, something – what ever – that could give her hope again. She came back from her feelings when she saw one of her strands of hair lying on the surface of the water – like it was so light that it was never any doubt: it floated.

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