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Here amongst these golden cliffs
Glowing otherworldly in the light of a feral moon,
Winding through ancient trees,
A wisp of mist, a ghost
A lost one
Breathes deeply of a life almost forgotten
A life swallowed by time
Drowned by tears long lost to a river
To the billowing ocean
Salt to salt
She remembers, but memory is but a dream
She asks the dancing wind, What is left?
Am I alone? she whispers, surrounded
By silent rock and gently swaying bough.
She wraps herself in a cloak of humanity,
Searching for purpose in a world changed
She dives into seas of art, flying wildly through
Currents of word and color and dream,
Seeking beauty
Seeking truth
Seeking life
Finding broken reflections

Lost child

This is the first part of a story (not the one I'd mentioned earlier). Hopefully there will be more to come.

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