I stand in the ashes of old lives. Some of others, most of my own.
Seeing around me the rubble of struggles and fears that no longer pertain to me.
I am new. I am fresh. I am the crisp white pages of a new chapter.
There is a raw atmosphere. Fragile.
I stare at the future, and its like the first long snow in the winter.
No footprints.
No paths.
Just endless possibilities waiting to be engaged.
I start this new life with an eager eye and open heart.
Ready for the discoveries I am ecstatic to discover.
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