megwhitllock86
The decomposing framework of the woman was one to be ashamed of. Lifeless pieces of skin clung to weak, brittle bones. Her emaciated face sunk in, showing black, hollowed eyes.
This country was an unknown place to her. Every breath she inhaled was like an infant taking its first steps; unsure, wavering, and unsteady. Pausing momentarily, she took in her surroundings with new eyes and an open mind. This is it, she thinks to herself. A chance to start over.
His weathered face looked as though he had endured pain for hundreds of years. The fine lines next to his eyes creased deeply, but a gentle smile spread across his lips. Although he looked broken psychically, with his joints out of place and his hands shaking; spiritually he was unbreakable.
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