New night. Old feelings.
A scared girl sharpens her tools.
Preparing to duel with a warrior woman.
They meet in a field where dreams die.
Hope lives.
Colors are murky.
Souls are blue.
Young girl poised for battle.
Silver chest plate.
Nerves of steel with sword to match.
Warrior woman carries flowers.
Eyes searching the sky, she is slow in her approach.
The battle stare is blinding.
Full force they run.
Her sword weighs her down.
The winds make confetti of the petals.
Winded & weighed they lock eyes again.
Blinding revelation.
They are the same.
They embrace…..
Girl & Woman.
Child & Mother.
Past & Present.
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