She was not a little lost, for a moment she felt like Dorothy being transported from Oz.She had come a long way, from far away lands, well travelled and cultured.
Enduring small moments of beauty she found her own peace.
Why did she sit here? , what was she thinking?
She waited in silent fusions of colour.
Time passed by,her shadow completed, yet she remained motionless.
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