Her mind is blank. Her emotions exist nameless but deep within, numbness takes roots. She has been no longer in the mood for conversation. The solid, unrelenting pain has transmuted her into an unfeeling rock. The darkness and silence are embracing her, offering equanimity after a recurring tornado. She resides in a castle built on sand, yet can’t find strength to make a decision on her own.
Begin life at forty 
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