Lena was the sign of things to come. Her beauty, near perfection. Her wit, her intelligence. Her kindness, her compassion. Her open-mindedness. Her passion.
She was where the human race should have been headed -- all bold and brave but not reckless or headstrong. I don't think I knew a single man she met who didn't love her in some way (usually that way) and that she didn't love back (usually not in that way). How could we go wrong with that?
But maybe one of them loved her too much. Maybe that's why she was found face-up on the shore of Lake Milton.
That's the problem with being the sign of things to come: they aren't here yet, and not everyone can handle them.
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