Suddenly, she wasn’t feeling very strong. She was wavering, depending on too many things. Independence had become the destination of the journey she was on. 

She looked out the window, through the glass, into the world beyond. This was still where she lived. This was still her life.

She let out a sharp sigh. It was time to meditate, relax, let go of all the…tension. Every day felt like another breath of release. Another step toward independence.  


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