It was a daunting concept; she thought, perhaps, she wasn't made for this at all. It seemed nearly too much to handle on her own, though others had done it before her, and before her mother, and so on and so forth. It wasn't as though she had any real say in the matter; things had just happened, and now she had to learn to live with it.
Still. A life she had not expected to live.
Air dipped her nose to the ground, sniffing the leaves, brushing aside a few fly bitten ones before straightening again, head cocked slightly to the side. Her heart did not seem to want to settle properly, no matter how she tried to convince herself otherwise.
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