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A few of the trees clung to their leaves, but for the most part, the beautiful reds, oranges and golds had given way to leafless branches. It was good to witness nature doing what it does best, letting go, moving on.
In the middle of the field, in the place where I was from, with the people I’d somehow always loved but never knew, we lay on a blanket and watched the stars crawl across the sky.
As I stood hand in hand with my niece, who looked a little like me, I began to let go of my ghosts.
