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The wind chimes outside of Kyra’s small home tinkled in the wind, but the familiar sound had lost its grace. Mikos and she had gone separate ways once the trailer was in eyesight. Not a word spoken during the several hours long hike.
Her belongings were strewn everywhere, some items outside and half-buried in mud and leaves. She resolved to rummaging through broken items and torn clothing to see what could be salvaged.
It was like sifting through her memories in a macabre dance. Some of the things she’d found had been out of mind until discovered destroyed. With a heavy heart, she came across a dream catcher that her mother had made for over her crib as a baby. The frame was snapped and threads tangled.
Over hours she sorted through her life and wasn’t surprised when most of it ende
