sometimes

prologue:
she sits with a cup of tea, cut off sweats, her hair clean and loose.
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i've been processing a lot recently. everything from being a brunette, graduating in a few short semesters to moving across country again, looking for a grown up job and that constant goodbye that must be said.
life is a constant ebb and flow.
sometimes, i ride the waves, cautiously at first but then with eagerness and excitement. i ride and when i'm finished am searching for the next challenge.
but sometimes, i watch the waves from the comfort of my safe little world, a familiar world with all of its corners explored long ago.
sometimes the ebb and flow feels more like a push and shove.
i suppose the point it that it goes on, as will i, as will you.
we continue. we endure.
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epilogue:
she put away the computer. got her cup of tea and sat on the porch, studying, enjoying the cold.
a car pulled into the drive. she smiled as she watched him turn off the engine, shut the door and walk towards her.