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@ -75,11 +75,11 @@ Also afraid, perhaps, of what folks down in town would say, seeing that big oaf
But far out, far out by now, Ursula ran. She plowed through the trees because she would not stop, could not stop, could not hope to stop. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, she left a wake through the carpet of needles.
She ran until the trees ran out and she had to make a wake through stone and shale, through pebbles and snow, and our Ursula keep on running. She ran until the mountain beneath her feet ran out and the earth yawned open beneath her and all she had to make waves in was stars and the clean black of the night.
She ran until the trees ran out and she had to make a wake through stone and shale, through pebbles and snow, and our Ursula keep on running. She ran until the mountain beneath her feet ran out and the earth yawned open beneath her and all she had to make waves in was stars and the good clean black of the night.
And her arms fell away in a flourish of a bow, spread in genteel a curtsey to no one but the moon, and those arms became stars, they became stars of brightest white because what better color could a star ever hope to be? Stars to wrap around the moon.
And her arms fell away in a flourish of a bow, spread in a genteel curtsy to no one but the moon, and those arms became stars, they became stars of brightest white because what better color could a star ever hope to be? Stars to wrap around the moon.
And her legs fell away like a garment long past its prime, like those overalls that fit just so, the ones she'd been mending years and years now, darning by camp stove and headlight in plain in the light of day, suspending that baseness. They fell away and burned into that crisp brightness, standing stark as stars against the fabric of the night. They burned as bright as her arms, for every rock Ursula hauled or head she knocked, surely she'd ran a mile.
And her legs fell away like a garment long past its prime, like those overalls that fit just so, the ones she'd been mending years and years now, darning by camp stove and headlight and in plain in the light of day, suspending that baseness. They fell away and burned into that crisp brightness, standing stark as stars against the fabric of the night. They burned as bright as her arms, for every rock Ursula hauled or head she knocked, surely she'd ran a mile.
And she shed the mantle of the weight of the world, letting her shoulders fall off as easy as could be, as easy as Sim dancing in the lights of the van that night out in the foothills, as easy as the skin of beets boiled just long enough. Shoulders falling away as easy as it was to jump.