december six twenty twenty

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glass. the material covers the ground like a blanket. a small woman steps along the shards with bare feet. her blanket and eyes red. as she walks upon the glass, a single scene flashes through her mind.

there was another, a man. dreaming of that exact scene.

tears and curses
love and hate

two pairs of lips, both wet with tears and sadness. part with a kiss. with a promise.

as the glass cuts into the womans feet and as she remembers the promise that was created that night, tears race down her face, splashing lightly upon the shards below.

she continued on, towards the sound of a bubbling stream.

she continued on into the place where she could finally be saved.

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