Mevlana Snowfall

Just a ghost seen about the docks of the port she still calls her Homestone. It's empty walls, dormant halls, and vacant slips are the only companions that remain. The song of the sea the only melody. She could move on, start again somehwere else, but that would mean leaving the one place that felt like home. It could just happen again. Staying is easier. Lonely, but there is a freedom in loneliness. The kind of freedom most women, even Free Women never know.