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[»taming of the shrew] Silvered youths’ strides mimic the trepidation tumbling senses from within, for this was her first venture from a parent’s side. Freedom was finally hers to cherish, but all she wanted to do was return home. Pelt trembles from the rough touch of the gentle breeze; everything seemed hostile from her point of view. Everything was keeping her from what had previously been her home. Listeners flip out of habit, one long mimicked in order to not be zeroed out of grounds. Sound must have traveled in her ears, but sometime between entry and departure it had lost its way- she could not hear a thing. Her other senses far exceeded those of her playmates’ in order to compensate for the disadvantage. For once in the short time that had been her life so far, the silvered ballerina was glad for her inability of hearing- the myriad of sounds would have only added to the confusion.a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a [»mission impossible] A whole new world; it starts again. I wonder how many times in a lifetime one gets a new beginning…so far it seems to be the story of my life. There are so many new faces in this world, far more than those in my birthplace. Perhaps I will happen upon another friendly face. |