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The wooden bench gleams silver in the comforting glow of the lampost as she walks past slowly, avoiding the cracks as she used to as a child. Memories of sitting on that very bench push to the forefront of her mind, and it takes great effort to shove them back into their locked boxes.
A breeze whips up the autumn leaves at the side of the path, sending them into a wild frenzy as the warm, orange light glints off the corners. She smiles tightly to herself, glad of the warm scarf around her neck.
Her heels echo on the path, punctuating the owl hooting and the slight whistle of the branches in the wind. It smells like home, to her at least, and as she leaves the lamplight behind to turn down an alley towards her home, she glances up at the full moon.
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Only a few hundred miles east, her sister stands, frozen for a moment, staring up at that same moon. It barely casts a glow on the street that is filled with bodies and cars and movement. People shove past her, jostling and pushing and stumbling to keep up with their friends, but she stays for a few more seconds.
Only a few miles east, her sister stands, frozen for a moment, staring up at that same moon. It barely casts a glow on the street that is filled with bodies and cars and movement. People shove past her, jostling and pushing and stumbling to keep up with their friends, but she stays for a few more seconds.
Then she ducks her head down once more and hurries along the street, alongside the tide of chattering people. Her eyes smart from the harsh glare of the neon signs that illuminate the shops and the street alike, casting a bright judgement on all who step into the light.
Her footsteps can hardly be heard over the cacophony. Car horns honk like the geese she used to feed by the quiet of the lake, back in her old village, as she continues her hurried walk back to the flat that she can barely afford.
