Funny How Things Go . . . .
There are days I wonder if she's still the compassionate woman she was when we left.
She doesn't know how well I know her. I know because I've watched for years. She's become my mother, my mentor, the non-existent lover of dreams.
I wonder. She blew up a tyrant to save a dying race, condemning herself to a solitary life, compassion seeping away.
She's looking straight ahead, for that second star to the right. She thinks if she finds it, all will be right again; she can be exonerated from her crime of compassion.
But, there are days I wonder.
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