Step by step, she walked. The misty air of change surrounding her. Suffocating her. Towards the unknown. Step by step, she glided. Looking almost like a skater on her rink. Like Shakespeare on his plays. Step by step, with passion.
It was a chilly March. Very unusual for the month. Silently, she thought of how appropriate the weather is. Almost as if it's taunting her. Telling her that change is about to happen. That after some few steps, her life will never be the same again..
.. Step by step, she whispered, "This is it."
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