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Perhaps her writing was not an affliction to be tolerated, but a gift to be cherished and protected.
Her stories were her only passport to places she had never been. Without them, she would be forever trapped in this village.
Why were her hopes a threat to their life when he followed his own without consequences?
at the end, we are all the same, just a body with only our actions and others’ memories to define who we are.
“But laws are slow to change what is in people’s hearts.”
Though there is no playbook on how to navigate the path of life, if I do it with the grace and heart of the women before me, then I will have lived my life with honor.
Life is a puzzle with pieces that seem to constantly be reshaping themselves to alter the picture. So often I have been sure of my path, only to choose a different one.
