Drop after drop, slowly smattering.
A crimson meandering of life escaping from her jagged soul agape. She knew the time of considerations and musings had come nigh and she was utterly unprepared.
Her thoughts become warmer as the river of red runs taking her on a final journey alone.
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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter,
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
-Tolkien