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Life

She sat under the moon, folded in the quiet of night.

The questions rolling down her cheeks were warm, and yet they were so so cold. And achingly unanswered.

There was only surrender in that moment. Only a slice of moon and a fog covered sky.

Life. That’s what it was.

It was all of life that had finally found her. Not just the parts she’d chosen because they were ‘good’.

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