paper plane

It seemed to her there was something missing.. though she never needed much in life, It felt like an incomplete journey when she checked her possessions. Wondering what would happen, she burned the green sock with the last match in the box. In five minutes is was gone to ashes. Then she cried. The ritual did its work. Finally, she could mourn.

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