
The Ballad of the White Mare
Day and night she washes her dress. Day and night she sees that the blotch still hasn’t come off.
A white mare stands next to a creek, clutching a white dress. She lowers it into the water. She waits. She raises it out. She was there yesterday. She will be there tomorrow.
And she washes.
Yet the spot still remains.
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Inspired by The Ballad of Agnes.
Proofread by Not That Anon and /fimfic/. Thank you again!

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