Found a thing on my old art blog (that I should really start using again)...
The Memory In The Mask
Who is the River's Wayward Daughter?
She is the face behind the mask, glimpsed from the corner of the eye in the shards of the broken mirror.
She is a fluttering of a gauze skirt in the twilight breeze of the ocean
She is a jingling of a bell, deep in the
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