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#WomensDay
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,

she'd collected little nothing's along the way. pieces of iron and screws and wire.
sandpaper 2 or three pennies and an empty backpack.
her mind was both in longing for her first sights success and a little bit upset.

worry clothes her bones like an armor against others words thoughts and intentions.
even still, worry is worry.

her bones chattered when she remembered the cold. she was almost outside of town. one long stretch and a city to cross and then the next inside battle.

'I love you enough to let you go. ...