SONYA A WATSON

With each passing day, she inched towards death. She saw time as immovable as the ground she walked on. As time moved then quickened its pace she wondered how, why and when. How did she get there? Why did she make the choices she made to get there? When did she get there? As time etched lines into her skin, she called into question her life and the meaning of it.

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