Waiting for the last rose petal to fall, the end of summer and autumn announced, she could feel the urge rising within her again. Through the latticed window the blood red colour spoke to her.
The sun would dip behind the horizon soon. The days were getting shorter. The confinement to her room would soon be only for a couple of hours a day. She crept forward and exposed her pale face to the rays coming in the window. She could feel the skin itch and burn.
Polymorphous light eruption was her affliction. Moving north had been the last resort when all the doctors and scientists had expended their best and failed to ease her pain. The most severe case they had ever seen. Essays in journals were dedicated to her case. Sunlight glimpsing her skin brought boils, hives and burns. The darkness of northern Norway provided her with the darkness that could enable a semi-normal life for most of the year.
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