Being Bardi

I had heard of her for some time before I actually met her, in one of those brief fragile truces between wars. She was full of aspects that in others would have been contradictions but in her were more like blendings. She was Jewish and Catholic but it just made her more open. She could be a Madonna at one moment and be Madonna the next. She had breasts that even straight women would love to snuggle into and eyes that could echo her laughter for hours. I am told that when the next war started, instead of heading north she slid into one of the Free Enclaves in the East where she smuggles poetry and coffee in and out.