Hey, this struck my fancy! I don't own any rights unless stated otherwise. Just a girl, adoring pretty things, clinging to lovely and fragile humanity as she navigates, with eyes turned skyward, this glistening, glittering life; cracks, waves, lefts turns and all.
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.
