Sara is tired today. Sara has a bruised wing and has a further bruised heart. She is still thinking of the love of her life and she is still wondering about him.
He is here but he hears not her trials and tribulations... He loves her but he is not aware of her love. How can this be...?
At the dawn of the shoreline which separates the sea of love from the sands of reason - Sara is taken into the winds and becomes one with the howling breezes. She is the construction of chaos, the destruction of naught. She loves him. On and on...
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