Sarah lives in a shadow. She owns a large Victorian house in Gosforth where she spends her time alone and has few visitors. Like a modern day Miss Havisham, she never moves beyond her heartbreak. She has a distorted view of how she remembers things and how they really were. Like a hall of mirrors. Twisted reality and altered images.
She wants her life to be like it could have been. Like it would have been, if she'd only done things differently. It's too late to change the past, but still she spends her time enshrined in her long, lost, Shattered Dreams
"Time stands still, yet everything turns to dust"
"She was dressed in rich materials -- satins, and lace, and silks -- all of white. Her shoes were white. And she had a long white veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white. Some bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other jewels lay sparkling on the table. Dresses, less splendid than the dress she wore, and half-packed trunks, were scattered about. She had not quite finished dressing for she had but one shoe on -- the other was on the table near her hand..." Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
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