The water crashes into the river rocks violently yet without a sound. Complete silence. Nothing. Noth-ingness, that which was once hated is now admired from afar. She didn’t know. She turns toward the sun to feel its warmth. The sun shines upon her face as if it intends to kiss her. She welcomes the kisses from the sun. Her deep brown skin tells the story of many secret sun kisses. Pure glowing white is the dress she wears sitting closely by the silent river. The tree leans in as the beautiful sound of wind blows through the tree of many leaves. Kissed by the sun, hugged by the tree, she sits, leaning on one side. Toes are curled. Waiting. There is no time here. Location is unknown. All we know is that she comes here ever so often, sits, waits. Receives her kisses, hugs, then waits some more. We never ask who she is or who or what she’s waiting for. We’re just happy to see her.
She doesn’t smile but she seems at peace. Maybe that’s why she comes here. Where she comes from must be a little harsh. She has a few scares. One on her lip, a few on her legs. I wonder what happened.
No, I don’t wonder what happened, it’s best not to think those thoughts. The important thing is, she found a place to escape.
Except from Eve’s Apple – A Collection of Things
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