Harrow shakes her head. "She rarely spoke. She was simply... a presence. Sometimes not even seen. Sounds in the distance."
She make a small noise; not quite a sigh. "I have considered seriously that I am mad of course."
"As I got older, it was less. After my first menarche," she says this as awkwardly and stiffly as if confessing to a crime, "I stopped seeing her altogether. Only the subtler signs."
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:23 pm (UTC)She make a small noise; not quite a sigh. "I have considered seriously that I am mad of course."
"As I got older, it was less. After my first menarche," she says this as awkwardly and stiffly as if confessing to a crime, "I stopped seeing her altogether. Only the subtler signs."