
These pearls, painful and cold, are inactive scattered in memory as abroad feria grows around. erstwhile another people's property becomes besides loud, besides obstinate, and blinding, we just retreat deep. In this fragile, bright refuge, it's just us. Me, you and Mary, covered in white and delicate pink, far distant from all unfair look. Although everything in us is slow petty under the force of that world, we find our own silent shield. We are most safe in silence due to the fact that in this silence no 1 can scope us or hurt us.