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Post by F.liper on Aug 2, 2011 8:36:02 GMT -5
The wind played a soft melody as it whistled past the fair lady's ears. The gentle breeze lightly tugged her ebony locks. The willow branches swayed smoothly with the easy pulled of a fading stroke as the fell back into place. The earth was still, the night quiet, and all to be heard was the beating of her heart and the small creatures playing their mysterious song. The moonlight lit small random sections of the floor beneath her as she stood under the weeping willow. The light on the floor seemed to shimmer and glisten on the damp grass that it covered.
She could never resist the urge to look at the moon on a night such as this. It gleamed so brightly that the thought of its beauty being under appreciated brought sorrow to her heart. She once spoke of the moon being her lover, her one companion for eternity, her soul mate. She knew it was impossible for if the moon could speak it had never spoke to her, and even if it had thoughts something so beautiful could never look upon her with lustful eyes. Nevertheless, the moon had always been there and, in an unknown way, comforted her. She never felt alone when she saw its radiant light, despite reality, for she had always been alone, and if she hadn't she must have forgotten that time when there was someone with her.
She shook off her thoughts and walked to the edge of the bank. Dipping her snout into the calm water. She felt as though she had just put her mouth half way through a mirror. She lifted her head splashing the water and sending multiple water drops flying from her muzzle. She shook her head and watched the ripples reach across the lake and touch each other, no matter how far away, it seemed, the ripples would find each other and touch even if for a moment it would still happen.
Is this how others are? No matter how far apart they will reach each other, and even if they pass on and are only there for what seems like a small moment in time, it still happened, it was still experienced and therefore they are still remembered. As she looked up to the moon once more yet another thought came to mind. If that really does happen, and she has always been alone, if she never touches anyone.... Who will remember me?
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