| Subject: - - No But Life's Treasures Are - - |
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Louisa Kohler
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Date Posted: 16:16:16 09/20/04 Mon
In reply to:
Ruse
's message, "~Life is not worth the fight!~" on 20:56:32 09/19/04 Sun
The stifled, unconfidenced crease in her lips tells of her understanding. Of course she would never be able to hint at the complexity of his horror and nor did she want to know. She merely wanted him to be less closed, open and eager to feel what real life was. Stepping toward the child, she bends over slightly, watching the girl like a curious animal. Questions beamed through her eyes, but she didn't speak. She had wondered once what it would be like, and had nearly expierience that far to early. Luckily she ahd enough restraint. A pained look shot from one ear to the other, a small tear trickled down her face. The copper hand wavered over the girls head before retracting again, afraid to awaken what had been kept dormant. Sliding to the opposite side of the trail, she leaned against a crocked tree. You know sometimes memories are the things we fight, or flee from. Especially if they hold someone precious in them. Indirectly she had addressed them. The thought of Aliseanna flooded her mind. Her little sister was precious to her, like a daughter, but she was ripped away. First her father had taken her, shortly after the divorce, then pneumonia took her life. The pain was evident and she did nothing to hide the tears that streaked her face now. The flowed like a waterfall, coreening into the earth. Looking up, misty eyes brightened alittle. Your mom? Well...any clues to where she is. Maybe a scrapebook or a nosey neighboor?
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