The seasons began to turn, Avene's heart was labeling metal
containers with feeling she no longer needed.
.......
"Avene..." a whisper called
"Yes" i spoke [hmm....]
"Does it make sense now..?"
"Hmm....quite.. (i paused) Though i am afraid i shall fall asleep
tonight... (with grief) and in the morning learn yet again (with head bowed)
[sigh, will it always be as so.. -thinking as i walk into a covered
stone porch- and Adrian reading in the corner]
"You know the boy does not even need me, whyever should i bother?"
"Child, you know your heart is distracting you, you yourself cannot
ever heal this wound..... [only I]"
[Why must they have answers completely detached and void of
emotions. While, yes, that is far more simple. life is not that easy.]
"I think i have formed vast amounts of weather sensitive scars, and those
winds and eyes of storms cause bones to ache in their year
long company. and though my heart holds a shield for a defense
it only magnifies the degree [and temperature]"
"So foolish, girl. to weep and tremble. if only you would stand
and allow me the strength of your statue, to be a fortress
and a reconciler of winds and thunder.. to create
a monument that your heart wills me make.
There is a list you have made?"
"mmhmm...."
[sigh]" But you still wish to deny, and hold fast
to your grave clothes..."
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a message, a witness, a truth [an ache]....