magenta closed the dust pink velvet curtains, and threw herself onto the soft large bed. as the light crept into the sky outside, magenta lay in the dark, listening to Cara's CD, "Long Forgotten" .. (http://www.carasmusic.com/)

Mikle Ryan's beautiful words and Oaklet's haunting fiddle soaked into her brain..

"A hard and cold December day
I walked the path with my own friend
Smelt the sweetness of tobacco on the breeze
along a long forgotten path.

What we become is what we choose
and who is to care if the past we lose
and throw their memory, into the wine to be
forgotten like them.

And through the milk-light of a dream
I saw a hand, extending kind
Calloused palm, broad fingers never ring-adorned
and felt a long forgotten touch..."

those words, who did they remind her of?

"I saw a hand, extending kind
Calloused palm, broad fingers never ring-adorned
and felt a long forgotten touch..."

a huge sigh rushed through Magenta's body like a crashing wave, and she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed into the pillow, a huge aching pouring into her chest as grief washed through her like a dark poison.