A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven
She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.
We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.
Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?
But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.