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Slowly. 
Softly.
I feel myself again.
Not wretched.  Not bruised.
Not broken.  Not unarmed.

Gingerly.
Carefully. 
I'm stepping out again.
Not alone.  Not saddened.
Not fighting. Not lonely.

The journey has ended.
The body warm in its bed.
The smile on her face.
The feeling of life is cozy, cushioned, delectable.
There is a beautiful moment of glee.

Her life is new again.

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