First Memory.
Apr. 1st, 2011 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
springtimeShe takes off a thin white robe at the edge of the water, letting it crumple on the sand as a warm breeze ruffles her hair. Slowly, she steps out into the water. The waves are calm here; the shore is bracketed by two sheer cliffs on either side, and dead ahead is a large stone arch and a rock that juts out of the water like an oversized hand.
When she’s waist deep, she presses her hands against her chest. A glowing pink Y appears under her fingers, casting a faint, steady light. She spreads her arms, and welcomes the rising sun.
(So the story of life goes on.)
When she’s waist deep, she presses her hands against her chest. A glowing pink Y appears under her fingers, casting a faint, steady light. She spreads her arms, and welcomes the rising sun.
(So the story of life goes on.)