she was unharmed... but envied her dead sisters..

to peek out, was the way out.. but it was so bright..

yet, it stood still.. above the harvest of loss..

and shame was covered by pity.

and the water ran.. but Time was stronger..

for when they gathered, they saw..

they were there to be seen.. but not to be shown...

it was as forceful as a soprano in pain...

escaping was not an option...

There was dinner that night.. only conversations..

...though no one heard their trembling voices.

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... burdened with hope, he lay down his head for an eternal rest.

..."and their echoes rippled through time"...

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