Curled on her side in the window-seat, she gazed out at the open moors. Tears made gentle tracks down her cheeks.
Outside, the clouds gathered, dark with empathy, heavy with the weight of their care for her. When the rain fell, the grass sighed its longing.
When at last she returned, the moor would welcome her with wild winds and dramatic skies.
Perhaps then they would both be whole, and she would remember, at last, what she truly was.
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