…And with that, she picked up her rucksack and looked ahead. Behind her were the flax fields she could see for miles and miles, brilliant autumn gold almost glowing when contrasting against the hot prairie sun, the cerulean sky; ahead of her, were rainclouds, shadowy fog blanketing the city across the ocean, seagulls dotting thick stark white cloud cover. She sighed, realizing her fears, hoping still they would be carried away with the ocean. She walked on by, ignoring the beckoning at her back, said goodbye to nothing in particular, and moved, onward, onward toward what was unfamiliar, what was tough, what was far, far away.


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