The last thing she packed was her stockings, a delicate bundle of dark silk wrapped in lavender scented muslin. As she placed them on top of the other tightly wrapped assortment of clothes she realised that her entire life had been tidied away neatly into just one trunk. Everything had it's place, and was assured a part in her destiny. 'If only my mind could be in such a similar state.' she sighed.
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