The White Misty Women

S Sylvia Frances Chan Sylvia Frances Chan
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The white-misty women visible when a lot of fog rises, it gets very cold and everything is old even the trees don't grow anymore they stand there like statues, but make no mistake they are alive, and very merry peaceful and quiet only our hearts get restless in knowing their history, not funny as the small statue of little man-piss in Brussels but very sad and tragic, it goes back several centuries women, who cannot mourn their friends' death because they have suffered so horrible condemned to death without guilt: hanged or tortured to death, that is why they are still there now, those women, yes, they are innocent they stand at every bend, but when we walk by, they don't bother us, they politely grant centuries ago women are sentenced to death, if they look beautiful or are too slim, they are declared to be witches and they must die, everything happens here on this gallows field, almost every village has some kind of gallows field, remnants of that superstitious era it's so icy cold now, then I know what that means brrrrrrr!

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