The Long Life of Eave

The Long Life of Eave

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-1994- Liverpool, England Tis' a life of aimless wondering, learning and of many deaths. Her eyes wondered from one delicate body to the next. They might've been only small infants at the time, but each one of them would grow, they'd grow to be the worlds eyes, ears and hands. The choices of what they would do with that responsibility would be theirs alone to see through. But tis' only fate and Eaves unfortunate destiny; that one of these small and fragile humans must be her own eyes, ears and hands for the next 80 or so years until they too, like this body begun to decay. Eave needed to choose, and choose fast; Time was short-lived at the moment.
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