She walked in the woods,
quiet and keen.
Her hands, stark against the dark of night,
were held clenched at her sides.
She wore a cloak,
of dark of night.
Her dress was made of pearls.
Like her, nothing more than polished sand.
She walked like a wind, cold and persistant.
She walked to the twinkling lights of the town.
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