unbalancedjuggler
The untrained eye noticed her scars. In reality, she was absent of any, as a scar can only form after healing.
Water quivers at the impulses of the wind. Skaters glide out from pond debris. Passing through the fiery echo of the setting sun, they become silhouettes dancing with the elements.
It has become the cancer that wilts at my soul; it has taken control.
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