August 9, 2009
My wet hair hugged my torso like a long lost friend, the ice-cold crystal droplets clinging to my frosty skin and dampening my clothes, as I stared out at everything before me with eyes blind to the world. It was hard for me to tell when I had started crying and it was even more difficult to discern between my tears and the rain on my face as I turned my eyes to the sky above me. Eyelids fluttering to deflect the water, I could manage nothing, but stand and let my body and mind be enveloped by the cold. Where would I go from here? And how would I survive. I gazed back at the white house behind me which hold good memories and awful ones too. I inhaled fast and took a step forward to the unknown.
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