shivering she pulls her legs to her chest and rocks back and forth in an attempt to both soothe her soul and warm her body. looking into her haunted eyes one can feel the sorrow that hangs over her like a thick grey fog . her body, so very cold for days now, aches for a warmth to surround her. her tear-stained face shows the anguish of the passage of time.
sobbing softly as hot tears blur her vision, she stands and walks slowly to the candles she has kept burning to sustain her hope. holding her long blonde curls back she leans over and with small puffs from her trembling pink lips she blows them out, one by one. as each candle breathes its last breath; she dies a little more inside.
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