fic, w a t e r b o u n d

Along the lakeside, footprints from webbed feet, going in circles, around and around. Where the moonlight touched the mud first, they grow slender, they grow toes. Humanity in these footprints as there is humanity in her heart. The circle complete, she steers away from the waters. Even the rain can't keep her down now, counting the hours that pass by like strangers.

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