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It was a very light-blue & purple evening and she was staring at the sunset wandering if it is a sunset or the pre-night time.Well, certainly dark shadows started to rise, but not without the fight of the sun for the rule of the sky.
She still had enough energy as to think once again the thing. The worst was that her eyes weren’t open as to understand what is her self-created illusion that absorbs the most part of this energy. ‘ MAY BE MY WRONG WAY OF ACTING. Impossible. May be their influence.
She thought: SHE HAD THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE, so, SHE HAD THE RIGHT TO FREEDOM. So, she had the right to not to think about the things that passed. Sure, clever enough! But how else? It’s hers! The ideea is hers!
‘Well then, I don’t have to care about the others, I should care only about me - AND HIM! .RIGHT!about him… I OMITTED THAT – I must think about him. Than, IT MAKES SENSE… If I THINK ABOUT HIM, I’ll FIND THE ANSWER. OUR LIANCE IS STRONG ENOUGH AS TO GIVE ME THE FORCE. But this depends on me. OR IT DEPENDS ON HIM? Am I free? Or should I need a help to be free? Is the GOOD bigger that the Bad?’
Now she is sure about everything. She became tired and the light-blue & purple became dark-blue &violet, but never has she seen the colors becoming black, even if she lives under the conscience of black skies…
