Sunday, August 1, 2010

Nun

I sat on the convent steps questioning if I made the right choice in coming. My long skirt fluttered in the breeze and I didn't see the Mother Superior walk up. "Can I help you Miss?" she said. Her habit covered most of her defining features, but her blue eyes, identical to my own, told me what I had come in search of.

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