Dreams drift in the wind.
Stiches of memories
of friends lost and found
form in her mind
as she stops to view letters
shoveled into a box of sweaters and yarn.
Her life isn't what she expected it to be
when she was a child dancing in her granfather's plum farm
and blowing bubbles into the air
but she knew there are still more adventures that await her
and her journey has just begun.
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Story submitted to The Sunday Whirl
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