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the crestfallen but relentless hashira, adorned in the haori of a fallen sister. a darling with a timbre so sweet and words so venomous- truly a woman of great valor and renown.
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“ and to the shadows you return- the old me dies with you. dreams, they no longer suit me. “
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𝐾𝑂𝐶𝐻𝑂 𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝑂𝐵𝑈...
ɪs d̵̙̦͙̼̪͇̥͊e̴̢̘͕̹̥͐̉͛́̍̆͘̕a̶̗̳̱̭̘̝̺̲͔̎͂̓̓̎͛͑̓̚ḑ̴̙̩̭̰͇̜̟̄̄̂͗͌͐̔͠͠
𝑛𝑜, 𝑖’𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. . .
The butterfly floats and flutters around with her arms swaying at her side. An image of absolute bliss as her feet seem to fly inches from the grass, twinkling starlight graces your ears.
She is content and free.
The breeze from her radiant haori stirs the ever so still-
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as she? will they
stop to admire the
wildflowers and
dip their toes in
the stream?
Will they notice
the effervescent
glow of the sunlight
as it peeks through
the trees?
Do they sing with
the cooing lovebirds
and buzz with the
honeybees?
There is so much-
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