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Reborn

By the time she reached the top, she was spent. The climb had worked out the kinks in her muscles and the knots in her soul. The only pain left for her to feel, were the blisters on her feet.

Her labored breaths echoed through the trees as she rounded the last bend, her quivering legs giving out when she finally stopped, and came to rest against the wet earth. Closing her eyes, she leaned back into the tiny trickles of water, washing her past away, and drinking in new beginnings.