I am picturing her in my mind more with each reading: she is the kind of child who sits quietly and is not noticed by most, but who in turn notices the unseen. Fragile things appreciate her heart. She is everything I once wished I'd been, had I not been born in abody and soul made for making waves. She reminds of my mother, if I could picture my mother as a child, waiting her turn at being noticed and hardly raising her voice above a whisper.
A portrait of feminine perseverance and fortitude while exhibiting gentle vulnerability. A tintype oval of a past era comes to mind, muted tones of beige and browns except for a hand retouch of pure purple violets.
There is so much in your words, and the spaces in between that goes unspoken. Magnificent piece you have penned. Most touching, moving the heart and spirit.
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