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In Solitude She Mourned
Or so she thought
If walls could talk! I’m offended! What do they mean if walls could talk? I can talk. Just because they can’t hear me doesn’t mean I can’t talk!
If a tree falls in the middle of the forest and there’s no one around to hear it, does that mean it doesn’t make a noise?
Of course it doesn’t and it’s the same here. Just because they can’t hear me, doesn’t mean I can’t talk!
Oh the stories I could tell. I’ve stood here for over a century and my walls have enclosed family after family throughout those years. Sometimes I surround a children’s playroom, others I’m turned into the walls of a living room — what with their rowdy TV’s — and still others my walls give privacy to someone’s bedroom.
In fact that reminds me. I once stood tall and protected the bedroom of a young lady. A lady whose life just broke me. She had the strength of a warrior princess and she needed every ounce of that strength to survive this thing called life. It hurt me to watch her despair.
Oh boy, am I glad I’m just an old internal house wall. If her experiences are what they call life, I tell you now, I don’t want to experience life at all! Oh no, it broke my cladding just watching this young lady’s pain…
