This tether keeps them safe, but is limiting.If you could feel the facets without having to cast that life ring into one first, you might see that the... are arranged in vast, strange and wonderful ways. You might see them arranged in strings and braids; complex, ornate and infinitely expansive in a completely non-fractal way — just as likely to be arranged in smooth and elegant patterns or wild, disorderly tangles and knotty clusters.All the facets of reality are like a web woven by a drunken. "While Cindy wrote her note, I called her mother and the two people I was supposed to notify for the now "official Cindy support team" telephone chain.After waiting so long, it was like someone hit the fast forward on the DVD. In a little over an hour, they were ready to wheel Cindy out of her room. I panicked! The reality that that this might be the last time I saw her alive struck me with the physical force of a city bus. My legs wouldn't support me and I crumpled into the chair beside her. She didn’t cover them with a hand and I struggled to make it look like I was maintaining eye contact. They hung there, the nipples pressed tightly against the fabric still stretched around them, in all their flowery glory. She has that very light, flowery skin and her breasts have those tiny sky blue veins just below the surface, taunting and telling you just how engorged and plump her breasts are. I ended my conversation with her and left her to her work knowing she was a dead end. There was. The sunlight shone red on her skin, contrasting her cyan bikini, and exalting her figure.Then there were a bunch of pictures of some theatrical play. In the centre of a stage, lied a girl dressed in fancy old clothes. I almost didn't recognize her under that wig.I kept scrolling back.She was now a teenager, hugging an old woman with grey hair and a lot of wrinkles on her face, in front of an old house.The last was a group photo.A few young boys were crouching in front of about a dozen girls. On.