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Lucrezia's Father Lucrezia sat in her innocence, naked body laced with beads of water running races down her back, forming pools at the finish line on smooth rocks at the pond's edge, enveloped by the sound of loneliness. And she swore she saw the water ripple from the center out to the edges every time cannons fired in the distance, though she knew there had been no fighting for years, and that the day it stopped was the day he never came home again. Lucrezia's tears rolled off her pale cheeks and danced with the pond water that was dabbled on her soft skin, creating the sweet smell of beauty in the air, even though there w