What passed for art these days, never ceased to amaze Lucinda, as she dutifully toured the gallery. One picture caught her attention. There was something disturbingly familiar about the woman pouting into the camera. As though a woman in her time would have really done that…
Words flowed into her mind. Words that shouldn’t have any meaning, yet called to her anyway, that travelled on the breeze. The same one which had turned her ancestor’s nipples into tight peaks, as she posed to save the life of the people she loved.
Damn the pale faced intruders. This was her land.
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Till next week, folks.