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She uncrossed her legs and stretched, a long, luxurious motion like a cat waking. Her spine cracked softly. She smiled to herself—a small, private smile.

Click.

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She wore an old, soft linen shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of simple cotton shorts. Her feet were bare, her brown hair a messy twist held by a pencil. She felt the warmth seep into her skin, a gentle pressure against her closed eyelids. She uncrossed her legs and stretched, a long,

Today was for this: just existing.