Parked in an alley, she lay on the tattered seats of her '69
Chevy. The rain cleverly matches its tunes to her sobs. She searches for
reasons and the lack of them is frustrating, it never seemed so difficult
before. Suddenly everything had changed, she had been thrown into something
probably a lot more than what she had asked for. Trying to hold on and stay put
is what she just about manages to work with. The rain gradually reduces its
decibel and as dawn seems to break, along with it comes the dread of more. But
the pain is now a habit which has metamorphosed her physical being into an aura
of light and divinity.
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