Beth trailed her fingertips along her porch railway. There was nothing more satisfying than to be alone, to feel the wind tug at her hair with no revive. She was free.
While the other children ran across the freshly-mowed lawns, flinging their arms above their heads, she leaned against the porch, licking her lips and liking the feel of the wind brushing past her narrowed eyes, her arms folded against the cold.
Beth had planned a huge change for her life, and for the better. She needed others to feel her pain, her soul wrapped up in a silk turban. Her fingers twitched, and she turned from the porch.
It was time to gather members...
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