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Her legs were lead.
Her arms were stone.
She could not take another step.
The weight around her neck,
Shackles
She could not
Discard.
She was so tired.
But she’d gotten them away
And he was breathing still.
So she shifted the child in her arms.
Walked on.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: tired in 48 words

Very evocative
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Thank you, Sadje! I think of all the women (mostly women, though I know others have had to, as well) who had and still have to escape with their children, to save their (and the children’s) lives. The realities of despair and on needing to go on beyond endurance, is something too many over the centuries have known. And still do.
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That is so true.
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Thank you!
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😍
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And so this particular battle was won. It is a huge step. Very evocative, my friend.
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Yes. Sometimes the most important step. Thank you, my friend.
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Absolutely!
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xoxo
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💞
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Every mother’s journey…
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Indeed.
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💕
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A poignant piece indeed, Na’ama.
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Thank you, Keith!
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I love how this short verse says so much 🙌
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Thank you! I’m glad it does!
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You packed a lot into 48 words.
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Thank you! Hopefully in a good way … 🙂
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