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I look into the distance to the waves that crash down. My legs are dangling at the edges, swaying back and forth. I hear footsteps, encroaching closer to me. I begin to move my hand towards and arrow in my quiver. Moving my hand quickly to my bow to aim it at the unknown. "Whoa! Calm down!"
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The story of the path I chose, the path I decided to take, leading me to where I am now.