She adored the grand size of things in the woods... the
feeling of being far away and truly lost-- secluded, really. It was as
if the trees were standing guard and nobody could find her. They
understood her peculiar need for solitude. They understood her. She
found life in the dying leaves and poetry in the ever changing bark of
elderly trees; she wandered through the dense forestry until she
stumbled upon the millions of dancing fragments of sunlight, broken up
like glass, shining as restlessly and elusive as her own heart. She
danced with them until they disappeared with the sunset. That's what
true sorrow was to her, because each time she had to leave her
unfinished fairy-tales carved meticulously into the earth, a bit of her
heart stayed behind as well.
Coat: American Eagle
Top: American Eagle
Jeggings: American Eagle
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