we all wear the same face in different ways

The laughter was loud, bursting from her throat unbidden. wild and feral. bouncing off the walls of the small, bright room; looking for an escape and finding it through the window by the closed terrace doors. the neighbors would later comment that it couldn't have been her. She was usually so quiet and never went off …

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Strings : the day it began and everything else ended

The place is called Old Man's cliff, small thing at the edge of the town; and as she stands there now, she kind of understands it. The grass beneath her feet faded and brown, shirking growth and life even with the season's urges. The lone tree stands heavy, near dead branches sagging, moving slightly in the …

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