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in the beam of headlights

a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

brakes slam,

a breath catches in the throat. 

and the stillness of a stopped car 

        The Fisherman and I walked on. My feet ached like they did when he found me. When he found me, I could no longer remember if I had run away or was chased out.

It’s late at night, she just needs to go for a walk. Living in Vermont means you could act crazy and everyone would just accept it. She’s walking along the dirt road, cool to her bare feet. Shoes ruin the experience.

Scars

People judge them...

You try to hide them...

But...

They are just a reminder that you are strong...

You can do anything you put your mind to...

You might get hurt...but you will be okay...

How I Accepted My Karma and Found Hope Again