Friday, November 22, 2013

Day 22. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo

The wind raced by her, pushing against the outline of her frame.  She could see the water around her, below her, inside her. She felt empty and fufilled at the same time, like this is what she was meant to do forever even if it destroyed her.

She saw the shoreline and felt sadness and relief.

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