[ The hardest part of this is looking away. The vista captivates and absorbs her in, and for the briefest moment, she can almost believe in the reality and the reality it means to present. Such is the power of the mind. Her retreat is jerky, fumbling hands over curious eyes, her body and mind not quite agreeing on what she wants. ]
(No. No, stop it. It's nothing like that. I know who I am and how I've had to put myself together, and I know there's no beauty in it. But I'm here and I will go on.)
[ Then she thinks of how it must be so insulting, to have shown her such magnificence only to have it rejected. And she is so hungry still for approval. ]
(Let's just talk about something else. Like, I don't know, your husband.)
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( No. No, stop it. It's nothing like that. I know who I am and how I've had to put myself together, and I know there's no beauty in it. But I'm here and I will go on. )
[ Then she thinks of how it must be so insulting, to have shown her such magnificence only to have it rejected. And she is so hungry still for approval. ]
( Let's just talk about something else. Like, I don't know, your husband. )