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We were on opposing coasts. A roaring current separated us. You were far enough away that I couldn't see what you were doing, Obscured by the mist as you were, But close enough that I could see you were doing something. I didn't know what it was, but then your arrow struck me in the chest. And so I bled. I was first overcome with confusion, then anger, then sadness, but eventually I understood. When you were so far away, this was the only way you could touch me. I would survive this, and I would heal. I cannot hear you, but if you are apologizing for hurting me, you are forgiven. After all, my dear... I can shoot arrows too.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Arrow
We were on opposing coasts. A roaring current separated us. You were far enough away that I couldn't see what you were doing, Obscured by the mist as you were, But close enough that I could see you were doing something. I didn't know what it was, but then your arrow struck me in the chest. And so I bled. I was first overcome with confusion, then anger, then sadness, but eventually I understood. When you were so far away, this was the only way you could touch me. I would survive this, and I would heal. I cannot hear you, but if you are apologizing for hurting me, you are forgiven. After all, my dear... I can shoot arrows too.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
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