She walked toward the Pinnacle with hesitant steps. With hands shaking, she carried her past in a silver chalice. Laying the vessel at the base of the luminous structure, she turned. With only the future ahead, her steps now light as air, she forged on, excited, at last, about what lay ahead.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
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