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Shifted

Walking through the door brought me back in time. I could have deceived myself. In my head I was nineteen again.  The world was so small and my sphere took up the entire orb with its spinning. I was the queen of my universe and little else mattered.

I couldn’t fool myself. I’m not the same girl.

Time can be a difficult teacher. My dreams shifted. My plans were changed.  The relaxed path reached rugged passes.

I revel now at the insurmountable.  I rally my spirits for a challenge.

I’m not the same girl.

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