and she dances around the ashes of her wicked past
and she smiles at the crowd because she likes the attention.
but she started out shy and she was always a worrier
but then she changed from being known to not.
she is somewhere between Thoreau and Oprah in people skills
and people are drawn to her long braided hair.
where ever she walks there is a flurry of rattling leaves that follow her
and she goes around destroying and taking and hurting.
she used to never care about the whispers of the whirlwind
but now she only trusts those who can't be trusted.
and then the crowd embraced her
and then her aftermath faded from sunshine to evening.
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