The tree spoke to me. It’s leaves crackled who was peering from windows to touch and pry secrets. In my bath, leaking blood dyes the warm water to a rosé glow. The appreciation of soft delicacy ruined by the thumping door but they are too late – she is saved.
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whew, saved lost freed rescued...?
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