She was a mouse in the thicket,
a hidden operative gathering intelligence.
She was a spider in a wall,
weaving darkness, hunting blind.
She was a fish flipping through deep water,
a sun-flash shimmering.
Wherever she went, whoever she was,
she was barely there.
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