Her train ride to Pankow showed her the beauty of the Spring thaw. Delicate drops run free. The ground clinched the precious glitter and turned them to flowers. The world stole her breath as her feet hit the ground. She danced among the broken souls. Smiling and hugging all, her mission was to change the world. She never noticed all the little cuts asking the way.
She was found in the forest. The rest were just empty suits, but oh how they despised her. Noone seemed to notice they were less shattered afterward.
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