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Two pillars, one black and one white, stood on a hilltop.

It was said that if you approached them on a moonlit night, she would be there, but only if you needed to see her. Some said that she was a beautiful young woman; others said that she was older, but all described the wisdom in her eyes.

She would sit there, as serene as the star-filled sky above, and without even speaking you could share in her wisdom. Your secrets would be revealed, your questions answered.

Some wept as they left the hill. None returned.

© Kari Fay