A young girl gathers a story in her grazed mind. As twilight flickers across the sky, footfalls echo in her memory. Threads of blood pulse with inaccessible thoughts. She listens to his silent voice, and asks silent questions in her (living?) skull. His mouth is moving but no words emerge. Raging timidity blazes in her sea-grey eyes. She searches for the crumpled palimpsest.
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