Date: 2008-04-04 12:52 pm (UTC)
Pretty portrait of me...

Wept a while, flowed in tears down a river, visions of flames and cold, hot death eating away my prince to bits. I went all away, don't remember how or where, thought of tumbling down the hill after Jack, but Mummy said that tumbling was a sin, and besides, I'm a lady. I woke finally in Paris again. There was blood under my nails. Don't know whose.
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