It was a fragile girl, that had been tossed unthinkingly into this desert. She had a tiny, breakable figure that stepped lightly around scrubgrass and dead tires, into trailer homes, that ran excitedly towards assorted desert creatures- the liveliest things on the reservation.
She had large eyes set in her delicate face, and long black hair that seemed too silky to be real, especially in her climate. She looked like a doll that had been passed through some immigrant family to arrive, unharmed, in the present, locked inside of a dusty cabinet. And while her complexion had the impossible smoothness of a porclein doll, she didn't have the fair skin or the rosy lips, or the defeated look and the glazed-over dead eyes.
It was she and the dogs that seemed alive inside of her government appointed trap. The sand kicked into her eyes and the sun, too, seemed intent on ruining her vision as it sat, blinding in cloudless skies, but she was intent on showing the world that something beautiful existed, even as her own eyesight faded.