4″I lean against the trunk of the tree that I’m sitting on. I dangle one of my feet and extend the other on the branch. I’m calmly breathing, trying to relax in this little place in my life that never is bathed in blood. All of a sudden I hear a twig snap and look down towards the ground where I see a young woman wearing a simple brown dress looking up at me Well, well, well i smirk and who might you be little thing?
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