literature, photography

she lay down, curled on her side in the grass

…as if she were shielding the damaged part of herself, or trying to contain the pain that issued from it. Every turn of her thoughts increased her sense of horror, her belief that she couldnt recover, had no more resources to draw on. Why was this worse than the other times? But it was.

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