They send off their paper candle through the steady flowing stream, only to hope of someone to find it before the wick dwindles, and the light goes out. A note enclosed. A four letter word. Written at the edge of their Eden. Their temporary paradise. Their Temporary Eden, tucked away from Oppression.
For all of the girls, women, females in the world who face oppression. You will one day find your Eden. One day the oppression will stop.
I wrote an essay for Literature last year about the Oppression of Women in the developing countries, Middle East, India, or any under Islamic Law. It is a Disgrace of what the penalties are for men and women, woman's being the harsher one. The horrible things women have to go through, the things they cannot do.