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012: Memory/Action/Accidental Voice Post
Aug. 7th, 2008 12:38 pmIn the mountains above the rez, pounding rain drenched her. "I want a name!" she begged. "Please send me a name. Tell me who I am!"
She pushed her soaking hair off of her face and spread her arms, turning her face up to the heavens. "Ancestors, please, I cry to you, for three days I have cried, send me a vision, show me my path, please! Please don't turn your backs on me, help me!"
It would be impossible to tell which were her tears and which were the gifts of the rain.
Blackness. And then...
( Cut for disturbing imagery and subject )
[Rain bolted for the roof of the library, crouching into a corner to hide, making herself as small as she could, holding onto herself and rocking.]
No. No no no no no. Not thinking, not remembering.
I'm Rain and I am safe. I'm Rain and I am safe. I'm Rain and...
She pushed her soaking hair off of her face and spread her arms, turning her face up to the heavens. "Ancestors, please, I cry to you, for three days I have cried, send me a vision, show me my path, please! Please don't turn your backs on me, help me!"
It would be impossible to tell which were her tears and which were the gifts of the rain.
Blackness. And then...
( Cut for disturbing imagery and subject )
[Rain bolted for the roof of the library, crouching into a corner to hide, making herself as small as she could, holding onto herself and rocking.]
No. No no no no no. Not thinking, not remembering.
I'm Rain and I am safe. I'm Rain and I am safe. I'm Rain and...
