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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 464

The days are slipping like water in my hands. I crave leaving yet beg to stay. I meet the eyes of my family and we all acknowledge that we are experiencing the last of something. It's not quite death, but it's the passing on of life as we know it. The horizon of my childhood grows closer everyday.

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