The torn stream reflected her image as it danced along the rocky and muddy ground. Cold brisk wind brushed the woman's lethal beautiful body as she tried any thing to hide herself away from the turmoil. Tightly,she pulled her shawl closer, her blue eyes scanning the horizon.
~Where am I going?~
Her thoughts remained unanswered but her worn shoes told of her long perilous journey through the times.
Once again, the wind took lightly through the ebony locks of slightly curled hair which graced the woman's head down to her waist. She was the nomad of these times. Rejected by so many and accepted by no one.
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