Bruised hyacinth falls from her mouth. Crushed petals that leave a film under jackbooted heel. She's the last one standing amongst the discarded and inadequate. A carrier pigeon arrives half a day late carrying a declaration of automated responses. Her trembling hands are dusted with frowns. She pens an elegant and thoughtful response with the ink from ground purple petals. Her page is rounded leather, and written whilst kneeling in the mud. A brutal lesson.
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