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kissed by the Gods and thereby flawed midst that flash of Power I should have told
her that she was too young to carry such a burden ...too young too fresh for what
was hidden
round the corner. but I never knew nor ever suspected the roiling in her psyche...this young
one full of sunbeam glow and hidden dark-sided dreams kept her head up long enough to fool the
Light into thinking She was well. but later there came the shattering of crystal and an innocence
so sorely tested that she broke and tried to end her hurt. a tall one this...of rounded face and
strength in shoulders broad to match the weight of five times tried and five times failed... this
child...a daughter, quiet and bright...is now draped and bowed by sorrow yet still might recover
if the Light once held can thrash about as majically as its Power would allow. if nothing else
she'll move along stumbling slowly to a father who in her dreams stands crying softly in a dying
light
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