A girl lives in a rock. She decorates the walls with memos—notes
from another life. They collect in clumps of twos and threes. They collect in
clumps of ten.
And when she looks at them she remembers. She remember that
life she came from. She remembers those hopes and fears. She remembers.
And she walks out into the forest with the hair falling to
her feet. She glances at the stars and counts them.
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