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[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

Her long mane was tied back into a tight bun just above her neck, while her usually clothed frame was wrapped in nothing more than the navy blue knitted blanket. Though it was sunny, small flurries were cascading towards the dirty colored ground. The grasses had died away to nothing more than dusty straw littered with decaying leaves from the nearby trees. It was the ugly time of year – between the beautiful array of colors prominent in fall and the winter wonderland which would arrive in a few weeks. It seemed beauty was in short supply as of late.



With the blanket draped much like a robe, Ryan walked the borders idly, as if they would reveal some sort of secret to her. In reality, thoughts had returned to her mother. She found herself thinking more often of the relationship Lene and Anselm must have shared. She secretly wondered if she would ever experience anything like it. She wanted to know if she could find love. But then, what was love? Ryan had yet to discover the answer. She didn’t know if what she felt towards DaVinci was an unknown love or the lust she had been submitted to throughout her short life. The world was a confusing, cruel place, it seemed.

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