Weekend Writing Prompt #93

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Her truth preyed on her existence. Despite all efforts, her life has become monotonous monotones and irritating interactions. Nothing felt “normal”. Nothing felt fulfilling. She was “elsewhere” in her soul. Today, she felt the blanket lift. There’s a greater sense of ease with each rise and fall of her lungs. Her grief loosened it’s grip, as she retreated to a park bench. Details have become more defined, and a hopeful horizon echoed around her.

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