[Sitting against the wall of a mountain, a river by her side, a familiar blond is huddled, her knees up to her chest, and her hands holding her head as if it were in severe pain. Her eyes are closed tightly as she mumbles quickly and quietly to herself, completely unaware of her surrounding or even that the journal is recording
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Stop it. No more. Just disappear...
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What do you hear?
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...What do I hear? I hear...
[She's quiet for a much longer moment as she picks up a rock that had been sitting beside her and starts banging it on a bigger rock beside her, making a very specific beat. A beat of four.]
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...I...so loud...Yeah....I hear you....
[[Strike is mumbled]]
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[Though the sound of the river can be distinctly heard in the background.]
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