happened almost too quickly, without warning.
I remember it well:
a tempest of emotions, names, sounds, images, scents, sensations - all
opened up like the innocent peek into one of the seven seals from Judgment
Day -a strident racing, flooding the room through the crack of a door.
And she was there, standing behind it, wondering, a young girl, in constant
motion but never moving. Her stance was unsure, and you could tell that
she was preoccupied by the way she looked at the door and the person who
opened it. It would never be the same once she passed that entrance. And
I'm sure Violet knew that, she had a sense about these things. And maybe
she was hoping for it, like the devilish fever that marks the end of illness-
dreading it but knowing that it is the only path for healing. So she opened
the door fully, exposing her heavy body, her weary hands, but still carrying
herself. And she invited the girl in. It would never be the same once she
passed that entrance. Still, Felice entered, and the myriad of senses followed
her in. The air shifted, and the three breathed the same air, looking,
wondering, thinking. Was it fear? I still don't know....
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