How many times had she threatened to run away? Leave all the bad memories behind and start over.

One day, she packed her bag and walked to her favorite field. She often came here to listen to birdsong, watch the fog roll off the distant hills.

She waited for a sign.

Tired of waiting, she created her own door and went through.

She didn’t care what was on the other side, just as long as it was far away from here.

“Arrival”

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