In some place unknown and in some unknown continent, a large and deserted land inwardly fled away. It was a green-standing meadow and the small upswellings of the earth were also in a line, as if arranged naturally with some kind of fortification. A gentle wind blew, and along with it came the scent of flowers of this parts of the land that was strewn with flowers of varying hues from here to there, but otherwise the environment was still as the world awaited something terrific to happen.
In the middle of that silence, stands a blissfully beautiful lady. This was something funny and unbelievable that despite being in the third trimester of twin pregnancy her belly was round and she was standing tall. The woman was wearing a full-length dress made of fae silk and swaying in the breeze coming from the sea. She was wearing a dress that was in contrast to the relatively plain backdrop that allowed her to appear like something out of this world almost an angel who has come to visit earth.
They could not talk simple words about the perfection of face and ebony hair falling like a river at night. Her hair shimmered in the sunlight similar to the stars that were probably established in her curls. Her madrassa succeeded in wearing the hue of life on a dead pale but warmer derma. Dull brown eyes gazed blank through a small hole and the depth of those eyes contained the secrets and hidden knowledge similar to the depth of an ocean. She had a naturally pink lips, fine and thin as if shaped like rosebud which was bloomed in morning. The woman was gorgeous no doubt, but what was even more captivating was some sort of allure that was subtlety portrayed by her.
She glowed with a freshness of a angel with looks of a goddess but deep down she had a natural sorrow that one could see at the corners of small smile she sported. She slowly cupped her hand and touched her belly, and leaned down again to listen to the children as if singing motherly, in what sounded like a feeble attempt to calm the kids. She gazed into the emptiness, staring at the horizon with blank eyes that searched for something that can not be found on Earth. It was the wind and a moment, or an eternity of silence that I have just passed in that car. Looking towards the distant sky where the sky and the earth seemed to meet, she smiled.
She sits there with a blank gaze fading beyond the limited understanding, had forgotten was possible to reconnect with the essence of exclusion – Visibility: Boundaries, seeking for something only she can seek. Sometimes she closed them and blew out air as if mourning a stolen lost in existence only when one takes a deep breath and is regained in a pretense. “Can you hear me?” She asked thus her voice being carried by the breeze out into the meadow. she said in hushed tones almost a whisper In any case, no reply was given and the woman did not scem to care. The quietness being one she appeared to be accustomed to and so resolved that the answers they may never obtain them.
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But there was this, something when she shut her eyes this time the other thing happened. Drama struck her and in a single intense fl ash the file of memories went through her mind, images that portrayed the woman she once was. This was like a prison for her and she imagined herself as she was before, before this child and this place. a spirited woman full of life whom is surrounded and defined by love and opportunity.
Allie however looked at the face of her perfect fire that he was responsible for nobody else. save one, She looked at him, his eyes, frowning with the loss with love now gone to fill with promises. ‘‘I wanna see you again’’, she said more assertively but sadly. It was then that her large belly shook slightly with every word, making the woman feel that there is someone who tells her that she does not stand alone in what will be brought out by her. But she wasn’t the only one; the loneliness surrounding her weigh so much that they must have been made of cheese.
The woman lifted her face so that her recollections could do likewise as well. All the time, as she had written this letter, her face was wet like the ground, after the rain in the spring had fallen on it. In the wind she asked: “Why did you have to go?” And the wind as if whispered back softly, lips of wind touching her cheeks; Were they words that disappeared or an answer to what one wishes to be heard so desperately. “And if only I could have wished it, why should I be needing it now so terribly?” “Why are we not there when cold?” The small gust of fresh air came as if answered but only make noise of the leaves and grass swaying. If any, the woman on her part realized that there was no response that could pacify the husband.
she looked for words that could heal the pain that she felt in the depth of her heart; a pain that resurfaced every time she remembered what had happened in the past. Her eyes moved back to the belly which with conveyed the same feeling but came bundled with a myriad of emotions now. The affection was present, one could hope but so was the anticipation of the day that it would all come knocking. The children she bore, the final remnants of affection memory afforded to grow even here or the burd, en for no heaven that remained was meant for her. “Can I make it through?” It was almost time and there was no getting away from it. All of a sudden, the woman was struck with the weakness that seemed to drain her energy completely.
Her strong legs failed her at that moment and so she sat on the soft ground while under the tree. Her hands were still on her belly, but this time the fists were tightened, as if she were to protect her treasure. The cool wind which had blown earlier began to blow and she began to feel chilly though the sun was still shining on that part of the area. And in the time of silence, the woman placed her head on her knees in order to feel the presence of children closer. After her hands hugged her swollen belly, she attempted to feel the motions which were once familiar, as if reassuring herself that despite the feeling of loneliness, there is a heartbeat inside of her. In the complete silence, she said in a very low tone as if she was chiding herself, “You and me.” “We’ll be okay. ”