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Whispers of a Child

Ripples form around her fingers as they touch the soul that is descending into the fire along with the tears from the flesh that is now empty as its soul is now gone and she is nothing, only an animal.

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  1. Date: 12/15/2011 5:12:00 PM

    very sad, very representive, hurts so much as to blind, but blindness is sad, too, thanks for this write, Ethan, namaste~N

  1. Date: 12/15/2011 10:57:00 AM

    Congratulations on your super placement in Olajide's contest Ethan. Love, Carol