Through a cloud of smoke, she was awakened by a sense of promise.  Her bones refreshed; her eyes renewed.  Deep in her core she could feel belonging being restored.

She woke up.  She realized her potential once again.  She knew there was a world at her fingertips waiting to be conquered.  With pen and paper in hand, she began to write.

For days, she wrote of all the beauty that caught her eye.  She wrote of every emotion that made her feel again.  She penned each moment that she wanted to be remembered.

As the months passed, she had grown into who she imagined she’d be.  Her life was a story to be written, to be cherished, to be shared.

Leaving a legacy for her children, she filled journals of her happenings written as she would always be beside them, in the flesh or in spirit.

 

 

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