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She walks toward the sea afraid of the deep, but excited to see what lies ahead. She runs through the forest, sun streaming through the tall green trees. She finds a meadow where flowers abound. She smiles and basks in the quiet. But it is not quiet for long. She stumbles and falls, and fear rushes in. Threatening. Piercing. Gripping. Pulling. She fights as hard as she can. She wants to go on. She wants to open her eyes and feel the warmth again. So slowly but surely, she picks up the pieces. And she goes on.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
She Goes On
She walks toward the sea afraid of the deep, but excited to see what lies ahead. She runs through the forest, sun streaming through the tall green trees. She finds a meadow where flowers abound. She smiles and basks in the quiet. But it is not quiet for long. She stumbles and falls, and fear rushes in. Threatening. Piercing. Gripping. Pulling. She fights as hard as she can. She wants to go on. She wants to open her eyes and feel the warmth again. So slowly but surely, she picks up the pieces. And she goes on.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
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