From here to there and from one place to another—that’s how she did it. She survived; she put in her best effort. At times it was hopeless. She felt like asking herself: Why am I doing this? Why do I even bother? There has to be a reason. There has to be something I can use this for. There wasn’t anything she saw—not at first glance. Time passed. She seemed to be making no progress. She got older, older and wiser—or just plain older. She didn’t know anymore. What could she think? Who could she ask? Where to put herself? Where could she be safe and secure?
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