[ and she is, a small little thing huddled up on the steps outside the vast building, outside because for as close as it is to "God" it isn't close enough to home
she's wrapped her cardigan around the egg she's made of herself, nose to her knees and stubbornly not, notcrying. what is there to cry about? but she's so much smaller than she had been an hour ago, lost wings neatly clipped. ]
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[ and she is, a small little thing huddled up on the steps outside the vast building, outside because for as close as it is to "God" it isn't close enough to home
she's wrapped her cardigan around the egg she's made of herself, nose to her knees and stubbornly not, notcrying. what is there to cry about? but she's so much smaller than she had been an hour ago, lost wings neatly clipped. ]