Friday, December 14, 2012

A Woman of Grit

The young woman ran down the beach, loving the sensation of the wet sand squishing and crunching between her toes and the smell of the sea air as she gulped in lungfuls.  She rejoiced in the energy and the warmth of the rising sun.  She felt renewed and stretched out her arms and danced with an imaginary lover as the waves lapped at her feet.  It was the beginning of a new day and she embraced it.   The constant fog of darkness that had plagued her for so long had lifted.   She could see clearly now. 

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