She leans into the tilt and gazes off toward green waters in the opposite direction. Her head is sunk low into her shoulders. Her long, dark hair has been collected into a thick rope that droops down in between her shoulder blades. Perhaps she feels empty, as if she has nothing worthwhile left to give. Or maybe she feels lonely; there is so much soft-but-anxious, yellow and orange on either side of her crooked figure. An effervescent screen of blue rises up from the floor and splashes the entire length of her dress. She seems not to notice.
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