She crawls across the state line, not for fear but apprehension. This is her new life. She's been thinking, these past few months, about friends and family being left behind. Only, maybe they're the ones doing the leaving. But is that really what's important? She's beginning to understand. Beauty and art come in many forms. All elude her, for now. Maybe here, maybe in Ohio. Not tomorrow, but today. Not someday, but forever. Not if, but when.
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