Cinnia’s last day, she took a long walk along the Cliffs of Mohr. With a warm breeze blowing through her hair she breathed in the salt sea air. There was a lightness to her step and a smile upon her face as she gazed out at the beautiful scene. She found a quiet place to sit for awhile to take it all in one last time. She took out her journal. I wish I didn’t have to go. This has been such a wonderful journey. The unsettled stress and tension I arrived feeling has been long gone. I hope it stays that way. I feel refreshed and have a youthful zest and energy that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Revisiting old tales and seeing the sites that bestowed their inspiration, have in turn inspired me. Spending time engulfed in such beauty and rich cultural history, I’m curious to unearth the folktales and sites in my own back yard. Places I have taken for granted and overlooked simply because of their familiarity. Perhaps I’ll even take up step dancing! 😉 She got up and started walking again, her foot kicked a small pebble ahead of her. It sparkled when the sunlight caught it. She bent down and picked up the smooth whitish-gray stone and turned it over and over in her hand. Looking out across the sea, she slipped it into her pocket. To remember!
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