A Bison in the Tree

Finally, her husband had gone when she was only nineteen. They married when she was fifteen or a little more. She was unable to say 'Yes' or 'No' then. It was the tradition. Her master bought her to marry her and she had to abide by. "How could life go on without him?" Peaceam thought. She was alone in the castle, without a companion. She was in the kitchen when she answered her question by herself that life was not of one color. Life is a process of change. She would not be a widow...
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Finally, her husband had gone when she was only nineteen. They married when she was fifteen or a little more. She was unable to say 'Yes' or 'No' then. It was the tradition. Her master bought her to marry her and she had to abide by. "How could life go on without him?" Peaceam thought. She was alone in the castle, without a companion. She was in the kitchen when she answered her question by herself that life was not of one color. Life is a process of change. She would not be a widow forever. She cried and thought long of the past and of her unknown future. The past would never be the present or the future. There were always opposing twins. One converted from a twin to its opponent twin; from being happy to distressed, from healthy to sick, from fortunate to unfortunate and vice versa. Unfortunately, one can convert from being alive to dead, but the 'vice versa' in this case is impossible.