Privilege

Pearled eyes gloss in the lucent night. Her clothes were damp with clear liquid as its soaked coat-tail wagged behind her in the seemingly ever-growing field. Her thoughts raced perpetually, engulfing her psyche as she ran without worry. A maiden’s gown, cherished by others, though battered by its wearer. Privilege be to the beholder.


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