The visiting experience at Sisters Academy was intense and unclear regarding whether it was the beginning of something new, starting on the outside after leaving, or rather a closure of something begun before entering. Either way, it’s clear that something within and without had its closure.
Just like metamorphoses always has.
/The Magpie
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