During the day I talked with a friend musing "What greed, lust, power, and envy look like." I had a dream that night. A dead girl in a remote place. The people that encountered her took the valubles that are near her or that she is wearing. Slowly they remove everything over time she decomposes only bones remain. No one cared about her life or how she died, as if their journey began when they encountered her.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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