Don stood quietly for a moment, gazing at the sky. It was her choice, Rie had said. A frown came to the girl's face. She had always disliked having to be the one to choose, but now, when it would decide her future, she was almost afraid. A conversation she had had with Rie played through her mind.
Those flowers are more beautiful than these wild ones.
No, they're not. Even those these flowers are wild they can still be beautiful. You're wild.
And ugly.
That little flower is beautiful, and so are you.
A soft smile came to Don's face, and she took Rie's hand. There was a little silence, and then Don looked up at her. "I've made my decision," she said. "After my parents died, and my family was split up, I never had any friend. Until I met you. You're the best friend I've had since then, Rie, and I've decided I should be grateful for that. I'm going to stay."
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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