This woman has a story of her own, but I forgot it. Only two pictures of her remain.

With the back against the wall.  No where else to go, nowhere to run. Face he must what lies ahead, the choice is made for him.

Being. There he stands. What is there, really, beyond the borders of one's existence? And what lies within?

Burning town. Her home is in ruins, smoke still curling upwards from its ashes. All that was part of her life is gone. Although she is still alive, part of her is already dead.

One Eye. The say that four eys see more than two. But his one eye sees more than two as well.

Knowing. This man has the knowledge of a lot of things. If you ask him, he may explain to you.

Miriam. She looks like she could be happy with that name.

Rider.  A stormy day, already turning to night. There still lies a long ride ahead through rough territory. Keeping a bit closer to the valley floor be a good idea.

She. I didn't think up a name for her.

Thinking. It often pays off to think first and then do all that needs doing in a logical order.

Try. Try again. And again. One day you will suceed.

Witch. Meditate on the possibility of magic.

Clown.  What a funny character, they think.

Young woman.

Somebody.

Woman.  She doesn't understand. She has seen a lot, but it all just doesn't make sense. She keeps going, day by day, no sense to it.  Maybe she will fall in love again, one day, and everything will make sense again.

Dark Haired Woman.  Copied from a magazine.  What do you think that she is thinking about?

Blond Woman. That Woman really was a blond...What looks better?

Shy Woman.  She is  just watching. Maybe she will join in later.

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