A refugee from the broken tent. Violated. Left alone. She had an uncanny ability to see. Dreams and visions played within her. She grew into adulthood. She got married. He was from an island in the Mediterranean. She remembered sleeping in coffin on her wedding night. There were children. She tried to be present. She was called away again and again. I saw her when she was a child. This watercolor is a memory.
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