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"and sometimes the small things are crushed like insects, and shoved in cages." She looked down at the broken plate, shame in her eyes.
"I'm sorry about your plate," she rises from the table and walks from the room. Not sure where her feet are taking her, she follows them until the cold night air hits her face.
Somehow she has found her way to the middle of the garden. Surrounded by fruit trees, she sat staring at the stars... Thinking of home.
"I'm sorry about your plate," she rises from the table and walks from the room. Not sure where her feet are taking her, she follows them until the cold night air hits her face.
Somehow she has found her way to the middle of the garden. Surrounded by fruit trees, she sat staring at the stars... Thinking of home.