White as snow- a crawl, a fallen fistAgainst the floorboards: all momentary industry ultimately ignored. For she has brought herself to the End. Of… her… heartfelt tether, no better faraway feeling than THAT NECESSARY NEED TO ironically witness… a girl of “OUR WORLD” devour her own SeNse of PuLsaTiNg DrEAd!

Again, “we DO wish her well; even if, AND WHEN… the penny finally drops to stop… … and she starts, finally, to carry with her—-

That avid and happy heart… … of hers and IMMEDIATELY at-the-middle of prioritised purpose AND BElonging.

One girl. This world— “And she IS ours!”

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