In the iron house, where the iron lady lives, she sits at her favorite window. The view from the window looks out unto infinity. The wheat and shrub outside run free. An animal in the distance meets her iron eyes. A graceful moment of recognition. A sigh commences in her lungs, replicating steel factory noise. There is no release here. This thankless place. She enjoys seeing the animals grazing far away into the distance. Their aliveness captivates her. A feeling of unique smallness grasps her. Unsatisfied, she knows her window is the only escape. A portal to a world awake and merciful. Bitterness pushes her out of the iron house and into the fields.
The sun had possessed her this day. The soft, external world calls her by name. The cows move slowly, eating long strokes of grass, smiling inwardly. She runs to them.
"Do not distract us.", They say, "We are praying to God."
A smile forms on her inflexible face. Placing stiff hands onto the soft hide of an animal, she belongs to something for the first time. The cow lays its chin on her head and exhales. She cannot help but let out a whimper of love. All the iron begins to flush away, seeping into soil, giving nutrients to everything in its path. This leaves her exposed, thoughtfully laced with cells and flesh. She will never be the same after love.
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