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Date Posted: 10:02:01 08/07/02 Wed
Author: Justina
Subject: * Arrives at the square*

*dame walks in Kilworth square, carrying her skirts high above her worn knees, uncaring of the fact that she is a hysterical eye sight. She brushes her wild blond hair out of her face with her one free hand. Her locks are plastered in mud and look damp. She carries on her back a dark sac that is so packed that clothes and other articles are visible through the seems and openings. A look of dismay is plastered to her face, her lips strung in a thin line, dark circles haunt her eyes and her face is hidden behind dirt and grim. She is not a beautiful sight, everyone would agree. Even under all the dirt you can see youth in her steps, they are quick and somewhat graceful. She is such a sight you do not notice a colt following her. It is not lead by a rope, but seems like it wants to follow her, it nuzzles her free hand and she stops. She stops and gazes around, she looks for a place to stay but is troubled by the signs for she cannot read. She looks for hints on the signs to give away the type of builing but find none. She then looks to the villagers for help, she can tell they see her as a disgrace. She lowers her head in shame, and her she feels like an outcast. Her beautiful blue eyes fill with tears as she sits down on a bench.*

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