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Out by the lake, there is a large rock. Perched on top of the rock, staring out over the water, is one blond girl in a jeans coat, with a serious addiction to bangles.
Oddly, all those bits of bright silver fail to make her look perky today.
Somewhere close by, under the snow, there's a circle of charred earth. There she was pulled free from what should have been her end. (Not really an end, more of an endless wandering, but she wouldn't have been able to think.)
(Bear. Yulia. Her dogs. Yulia. Bear. Yulia. Bear Her dogs. Her dogs. Bear. Gesar.)
Perhaps it would have been easier. The not thinking. Perhaps.
Oddly, all those bits of bright silver fail to make her look perky today.
Somewhere close by, under the snow, there's a circle of charred earth. There she was pulled free from what should have been her end. (Not really an end, more of an endless wandering, but she wouldn't have been able to think.)
(Bear. Yulia. Her dogs. Yulia. Bear. Yulia. Bear Her dogs. Her dogs. Bear. Gesar.)
Perhaps it would have been easier. The not thinking. Perhaps.