the flowers chorus a yes in the wake of it and she turns to face angela, voice raising above them. ]
It is who I am, Angela! If I were to forsake that which guides me, then... [ her voice quiets, the flowers quiet, ] Then I do not know the path I should follow.
[ ... consider them even now, with the unslightly sides they've seen of each other. from the mall, to here. don is quiet again, until the flowers begin to whisper, and she hates the thought of that more than speaking herself; truly, she understands the other four who have resonated. ]
I have allowed myself to relax far too much here. My heart wanders, bereft of a cause to pledge itself to; my mind does the same, lingering on that which I should not, cannot allow. Do thee not think that having more than one purpose may cause conflict with the other?
[ as if she's not in the throes of it now, what she wants and what she needs and what she's obliged to do and who to be. ]
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the flowers chorus a yes in the wake of it and she turns to face angela, voice raising above them. ]
It is who I am, Angela! If I were to forsake that which guides me, then... [ her voice quiets, the flowers quiet, ] Then I do not know the path I should follow.
[ ... consider them even now, with the unslightly sides they've seen of each other. from the mall, to here. don is quiet again, until the flowers begin to whisper, and she hates the thought of that more than speaking herself; truly, she understands the other four who have resonated. ]
I have allowed myself to relax far too much here. My heart wanders, bereft of a cause to pledge itself to; my mind does the same, lingering on that which I should not, cannot allow. Do thee not think that having more than one purpose may cause conflict with the other?
[ as if she's not in the throes of it now, what she wants and what she needs and what she's obliged to do and who to be. ]