#2: Mindless
Her needle moves slowly, mindlessly, through the creamy linen, the stitcher’s thoughts far from her task.
Soft grass beneath bare feet
Wild wind in unbound hair–
The needle slips, drawing blood, and immediately she’s aware of stone walls and iron-bound doors.
Yes, she is safe here, but she isn’t free.
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