Be Present

imageShoulders heavy, not from the visible cargo, she walks, hands clenching tightly round fistfuls of sticks collected with painstaking care from the yard, towards the pile of debris tucked neatly beyond the tree line. Within the folds of the wood’s embrace, the mundaneness of the act and her life strikingly in contrast with the beauty that surrounds her.

Her breath catches.

Here and Now

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