"It's funny how much less things matter in the morning," she said as they walked down the street.
"You just keep moving forward," her friend agreed. "No point dwelling on what can't be changed."
As they continued, the sun shone, and birds chirped, and the skies were a brilliant soft blue. It was cold out, but not bitterly so. The whole world seemed to be encouraging her, and she decided that whatever she'd thought to hold on to, she would just let go. It wasn't worth being changed.
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