Two girls in a tree together. Fourteen. Young enough to climb trees and not care who might see, But old enough to have serious discussions at the top...
Did you hear me when I called you, the last time? I thought you turned your head and paused a little in your step; Did you hear, then, and just keep...
I have no memory of how I came to be here and no knowledge of where I go. I fear the journey, but must not stop. In rags and torn clothing, shoeless...