"Maman?" Eliza asked, kneeling before the beautiful child. She looked as a porcelain doll. She reached up to carefully brush a single blonde curl away from the girl's face. "Have you no mother, little one?"
How heartbreaking, to be an eternal child with no mother's comforting embrace.
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Date: 2009-02-09 03:53 am (UTC)How heartbreaking, to be an eternal child with no mother's comforting embrace.