The biting winter wind howled, a stark contrast to the warmth Elara sought. At ninety-two, her world had shrunk, but the yearning for the past remained, a persistent ember. The decision to revisit her childhood homestead, a place dormant for decades, felt both inevitable and fraught with a fragile hope. This solitary taxi ride, through snow-laden fields and past skeletal trees, was more than a physical journey; it was a descent into the labyrinth of her own mind. The driver, a silent presence, navigated the treacherous roads, mirroring Elara’s own uncertain path through fading memories.
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JLynne
I have always loved writing since a young age and have always had the desire to fulfill my dream of writing a novel (or two). I am currently in the midst of doing just that.
I'm excited to see where the world of writing leads me.
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