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The Story of Tifa Lockheart</i>
A glimpse into the Past, # 2.
By all accounts, she was a lucky girl. She had a father who was well off enough to give her anything she wanted, a mother who was loved by the whole town, almost the whole town who idolised her, with all this and probably more most people would think that made her spoilt, but she was an almost perfect girl-if she allowed a tiny bit of arrogance into her life every once in a while, she was usually a sweet, well mannered little girl.
Tifa Lockheart, daughter of Lena and Jack Lockheart was the talk of the town she lived in, a small place called Nibelheim. Everyone had always said that Tifas mother, Lena Dehernhee-a descendent of travellers who had settled in the town many years ago-was the most beautiful young woman to have lived in the town for a many sum of years. People talked about Tifa because she was the spitting image of her mother-if slightly different in the colour o
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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