"And you did this and you did that and you are this and that and such and such and on and on. Bitch. But I Love You, if only you hadn't said done been are this that and the other."
She smiled, and walked away. Then barked at the moon once more, alone; secure in her solitude gazing at the silent stars. It rained. It is raining.
She is forever unwilling to relinquish wonder for anyone or be defined by anything other than her own Soul.