"... She was taken, because she found. Joy, in rearranging things, in spaces, both with her body and with her mind. Visual proofs, elegant and beautiful, both of martial prowess and geometry. Poetry in space. Every once in a while I remember it, when I narrow myself to the rifle's scope. ... It hurts.
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Date: 2025-01-26 01:57 am (UTC)"And then, there is ice."