The long dusty road to happiness.
When she had been young she understood how unforgiving this land that gave no second chances really was, yet now she sought one last chance at redemption.
As the wind howled across the broken expanse, rattling the bones of the dead and blasting the already dried out grass, she walked ever onwards through the stinking dust and the heat haze. Her red lips once beautiful to look at, now cracked and parched like the earth that had not seen rain in many decades. The soft skin around her painted nails had blistered from the uncaring assault of the burning earth beneath her feet. Lurching onwards almost like a ghostly mirage in the heat on the dust bowl, her skin burnt from the sun and the wind, from the agony of life around her. She knew she had to push onwards for behind her lay only shame.
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