Bewildered

Bewildered

Bewildered by the brilliant stars, she starts out her day.  The sun is still hours from rising.  But that does not stop her.  She rises because there are things than should be done.  No…really, there are things that she wants to do.

She could get by with bare minimum. Her job as defined by her.  But isn’t there so much more?  Could she do this every day?  Could she reach for the stars and maybe catch one?

 

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