She relaxed her hands on the wheel.
Here she was, on the open road, her way stretching before her. Beyond sight. Beyond prediction.
Her contemplative spirit wavered as her eyes followed the flickering of the car's shadow on the road before her.
She was driving away from the sun. Everything was awash in replenishing warmth. It was only she who remained in shadow.
And it was only she who wept.
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