Godforsaken

Godforsaken

I was a girl who walked for hours.

I was a girl who explored the winding cobble-stoned streets of unfamiliar towns, listening to the musical lilt of an unknown language. I drank in the vast emptiness of winter beaches, washing stones in the freezing water to better see their beauty. I roamed the inner sanctum of ancient forests who sang and hummed their stories to me.

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