Lifetime…continued

There she sits, silent, motionless, emotionless.

Her tears vapor, long cried, long dried…

There’s nothing inside her but emptiness, that kind of hollowness that pervades the very reaches of a strained soul.

Strained.

Stress.

Holes?

Baby her, new in the world. Her eyes windows, not to her soul, that was…is…unreachable. So serious her affect, so deep and unyielding. This youngling enters the world, less than hour old, already as old as the earth itself.

Child her, still a stranger but learning....