With the storm brewing all around her, she looked into the pond to see her reflection. She did not recognize the person looking back at her. The person in the water wore a tattered rain soaked cloak over an equally described, lithe form. Every time the lighting flashed, cuts and bruises could be seen on the reflections face and arms. She kneeled down to touch the water, to disturb the water’s surface, hoping to be dreaming. But alas, it was no dream. She lay down on the bank, weeping, her tears adding their salt to the earth. The rain did not stop for days.
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