Chapter 10 - Women - 21/11/2023

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Snow ledge, snow, snow

Young lady in his arms

Snow quickly covers her still warm body

While the cry, from afar

And the fish are splashing there from above

While the axe is at her chest

And blood is new coloir for her dress

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My dear, my back, my legs

My bones are close to shatter

How many years have passed

Since I was young and strong

The time when I was not one of the old sick ladies

But now it is...

But I could not...

Though I wanted to...

I stood in the front of the gate

But I stopped, I looked around

Observed other people

So many people!

Oh, there is my friend!

And that guy I saw him last week

I waved at some girls

Strangely enough they did not wave back at me

But maybe they did not, see?

However, there was someone

I have never seen before

It was a young, strong man

With an axe

I remembered how my father had one alike

With his sight I saw how he investigated this place

His eyes were big and soft

Green like summer tree

But I saw they felt unease

So many sights to see

But he did not urge for it

While his grip and posture were straight, determined

With scars all over his body

I don't know why, but I saw his finger were shaking

Every last of them wanted to hide away

He hid them in his fist

All of a sudden, our sights have met

I approached him

He tried to look away

But our sights met again

I have never seen him before

I think...

I said to him:

"Now I am an old lady

I am a pensioner

And this is my walker

I need it to be able to walk

My legs and arms not strong anymore"

"I understand"

This kind man said

And counited to speak:

"It has to be tough I know

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