In the winter, the trees become nude and bare. When I see them , I remember the ME I used to be. The nude woman who walked in her vanity showing the whole world her shame and feeling proud of it. How could she believe that she was right in sinning around?! How dared she opposing God and society?! And who’s she to claim that she understands better?! Oh God forgive ME for I’m dust and ashes. Dust and ashes. DUST and ASHES. (She fell asleep on her desk; her face dropping on her papers.)
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Snow isn’t likely to melt in days and the whole landscape is white.
I’m struggling against going out; struggling against enjoying the view.
(He appears behind her) How many times have I warned you not to use such words!! (She sighs and rolls her eyes in tiredness.) Where’s the problem now ?! Enjoying things is a sin. A terrible one. And why may I ask? Because it’s lust. I’m not talking about physical enjoyment. I’m talking about the feeling. Again (he shouts) When are you going to understand? Feeling. Feeling. Feeling is for those earthly beings. Those talking animals. Angels don’t feel; they just obey. But I’m not an angel. I am not an angel. (He disappears) She sighs and supports her head between the palms of her hands)
