Day 302. Glittering and utterly riotous, the girl wiped the tears from her eyes.

Day 301. Is it selfish to love like this? To hold someone captive? Is it love or something else?

Day 300. I came without wrapping paper, and I will depart as a simple note, the clatter of coins tossed down the well.  

Day 299. Nocturnal Goddess, breath of fire. The girl mimicked those she admired. 

Day 298. The blue ring on the old woman’s finger was removed, placed on a chain where it hung from the girl's neck.

Day 297. Growing up is the process of selecting what to keep and what to give away.