Disheveled and dirty, she fell against the mountain side with her flank. Breathing, taking in the wild scents of open forest. Caught in a second of tranquil acceptance that perhaps things had changed now. No longer running, and yet she could not stop the memory of Masa's dark face from ruining her into a tight bodied weep.
Somehow being forgotten was worse than losing home.
She did not know where to go next.
Somehow being forgotten was worse than losing home.
She did not know where to go next.
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