She’d made it. The dark tunnel was behind her, the other side before her where she could see the horizon, the sun. It meant, not that she’d arrived, but that she was growing, that there was far to go, much to do, to learn. The days growing ever brighter, illuminated her dreams, letting her see it was possible to capture lost time, capture hope. ©November 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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