Burdens in the Sand

In her mind, she stood on the beach. She felt the warm sand on her bare feet and the soft breeze on her face. The sound of breaking waves calmed her and called her home.

She knew in her bones that she belonged, but her arms were heavy. She gripped a large suitcase in each hand and held them tightly because she had no idea what else to do with them. Filled with the weight of the past, they tagged along everywhere, rarely…



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