She went to visit her. Into the gated community she went, but she needn't be petted down by security guards at checkpoint huts, nor was she first barred by locked gates. Rather, she simply walked in through paths of concord and into minds in agreement.
“Yes, it's time to meet,” She, who sat above almost the rest of us, greeted her, smile warm and easy, “It's been a gruelling and tortuous trip here, hasn't it?”
“Yea, indeed,” the ordinary everyday her replied, “Thronging the momenta of masses who have made themselves faceless, separated by the interminable tedium of meaningless physical commutes, but most crucially,” she grinned faintly in return, “So many priceless thoughts hidden behind seemingly ordinary and thus unremarkable and worthless face masks, all lost before any worth can be appraised.“
In response, her elite, powerful face of too few faded with gentle entertainment, “You are unfortunately so right. In my never-ending judgements from here, I have grown used to the lonely weight of how they carry import in many places, but I don't forget how indispensable your independent insights are, fresh from the real fields of human living out and around. How are the children?”
She laughed, the universal music of mothers. “Changeling each unique, as ever, you understand. The youngest wants to be opposite of all that I am, but resembles in spirit even more than the eldest middle, determined to emulate my voyage…“
And the ladies continued into the evening.
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