If you look carefully, you can see her...a small child, dressed in blue skirts and a white t-shirt wandering around through the woods, stumbling, falling, scraping her knees as she goes. Complaining that she cannot see, as she holds her hands tighter to her eyes, knowing that all she has to do is to open her eyes; yet she tumbles over rocks and her knees are bleeding.
"Daddy!" she cries, "Daddy, where are you?" She pleads with the darkness of her cupped palms. Searching and stumbling, and crying. Sobbing for the father she knew, looking for him again. Following these deep voices, hands pressing tighter to her eyes. Following these deep, male voices...ignoring the calls of her father.
"Daddy! Where are you?"
daddy...where did you go?
i cant see you anymore
...daddy?
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