In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Twelve*

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This story belongs with preceding posts, read it in chronological order here.

The sun cast her shadow beside her, the birds sang, the creatures rested as the wind blew. In this moment of peace, thinking about her unfolding life, she still wondered who she was.

Reflecting, she turned to her shadow, “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

The wind changed and grew. Dark clouds made themselves known with a loudness that she remembered. As her shadow left, she faltered and doubted; time had passed, and she lived long enough to see time repeat.

And then, the island spoke to her for the first time, “do not doubt. I was here long before you and will be here long after you are gone. Trust that you have done enough for many lifetimes.”

She stared down the storm and faced her life.

*Many of the pieces in CognEYEzant:365 are small parts of a larger piece. See it here.

322 days done, 43 days to go.