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@ -14,6 +14,8 @@ I do not know how it happened, but one cloudy day, she was asking after her frie
But that was three hundred years ago.
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The Woman wanders the world some few times a month, stepping out into unknown nowheres and known somewheres to be seen, to be perceived as still existing. I do not know why she does this, but it is important to her that someone witness her existing. It is a ritual she follows around like a little puppy: she will not know what will happen when she first does it properly, but she hopes it will be something wonderful.
The Woman has many rituals.
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I think that she would say, however, that she was *too* whole. I think she would say that she was *too* full, too much, too alive. I think she would say that almost three hundred years of a life that was lived as hers was, with her mind turned in on itself, was too much life. I think she would laugh that hoarse, dry laugh that always sounded like tears were on the way, and say that thirty years was probably too much for her.
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"I wish," The Woman said some decades after Michelle Hadje uploaded, after she became End Of Endings of the Ode clade, of the tenth stanza, "I wish I could unbecome."
Her Friend frowned and replied, "Do you mean you wish you could die?"
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"I think so, just not quite yet."
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Every few years, there would be a gathering on her birthday — their birthday, for Her Friend was also of the Ode clade, also of Michelle Hadje — and they would sit somewhere, whether it was out on the porch of the home The Woman shared with the rest of the tenth stanza, or out on the dandelion-speckled lawn, or, once the door had been built into the house, on rickety chairs outside a cafe over identical coffees.
Every time they would meet up thus, The Woman and Her Friend would take a few minutes to themselves to have the same conversation: