In the window of an old house, second story, she patiently sits knitting. Waiting, waiting, wanting to be loved. For years she has waited for her true love to come and take her off to a happily ever after, but her love never came. Waiting, watching, wanting someone to need her. Shunned by the world, just waiting. The world has forsaken her, and her name is Virtue.
Photo Credit:
Cristee Dickson
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