She was constantly battling tainted thoughtsthat were grotesque in the way that their goalwas always to destroy her, bring her down.Could someone have the ability to see her calm?To entice it? To think it was graceful and angelic?She imagined it would be like spotting a rare butterflyor catching a glimpse of how a waterfall glimmers on aprecise angle of the sun--fleeting, yet a moment to treasure.

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