The scene is white and the chair upright. Angels view but appear unclean. The shall on my shoulders is white and I tie it tight. I sit and brush my hair as a mirror appears in front of me. Small birds roost in the window sill thinking Minuet in G. I place my bare feet in a basin and poor the spring water over them gently. I look to see you in me. It is my facial divinity bringing through an ailing entity. I pull a white sheet over my head as I place it in SHi ite on my face. Fire blazes around me, but in my eyes of green, he has found me definitely.
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