Breaking Time's BarriersBreaking Time's Barriers by SonicScrewdriverDD3
“Lord....you must have lived a good life to end up here eh? Expensive.” A old woman stood in front of two graves, one white, one black. She had salt and pepper hair, light brown and silver threaded through the long strands tied and tucked away in an braid behind her, oblivious to the wind and turbulence above created by the blimps floating in the sky.
She was wearing an old dress, short and plain gray, long sleeves and the length was down with her knees, white long trench coat billowing out behind her. Simple shoes adorned her feet, gray and low heeled. A walking stick stood by her side, white and silver markings all over it, some words, other drawings.
Her thin eyeglasses was on her nose, perfectly manicured nails on long fingers wiggling and her sighing and tutting before pushing them up towards her green eyes. “I swear I never meant for this to happen, but we all know it was my fault. I see he’s not with you, so he’s still out there I hope. The other fr
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