Of Vanity

Of Vanity

And the Great White Tern granted the old woman one wish: “To return to
my youth and arm myself with wisdom instead of beauty.”

By and by, the old woman recognized her feral spirited youth on the surface
of the reflection pool. One cast a disdainful look upon the other’s rawness.

The old woman unsheathed her knife and hacked off her long white hair.
Her proffered knife plunked through their barrier. The taunting youth,
mocked her actions, and hurled at the old woman that which could
never break the surface.



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