Dalcy's Thoughts
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She said she has a big picture in her head one too vast for words, too fragile for the world. It changes with her moods, her silences, her unspoken prayers. Some days it glows with color, and other days it disappears into the dark. She walks through life carrying that picture half dream, half memory trying to make sense of where it ends and she begins. These are her thoughts, the quiet whispers of a girl who sees life in fragments, yet feels it whole.
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