The Saga of the Disappearing Damsel....
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, in a fiefdom far away there lived a young lady of gentle birth and quiet manner. Of her, people said that still waters run deep. The still waters was probably a guess, as silence does not, in truth, predict ability or depth. To do that, one needs a depth sounder, something that should be invented, as grades in school are not accurate depth sounders either. Everything I know about depth sounders comes from Mark Twain.
Well, this young damsel did recognize that there was more than one side to her, but the quiet side was more comfortable and, more important, sustainable, as being the life of any party was a drain on her soul and intellect, requiring a rest afterward.
Gentle and quiet did not mean she was not a risk taker; if anything she was too much of one, riding horses with abandon, traveling alone into the rainforest, walking undaunted into high crime fishing villages, making angry those with power. She did stop short, in her risk taking, of being a total fool.
Anyway, when I think back over my youth, it is hard to remember being her, although tiny splinters of her seem to lie in hidden places.
1 comment:
I get that same thing too!
Like a disassociated reflection on someone who also happens to be me.
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