We were moving on.
But I didn’t feel finished.
There were still things I wanted to get done.
Things I’d only ever seen or heard about.
There was still so much there for me to discover.
So I didn’t feel finished.
Not by a longshot.
But we were moving on.
We had to move on.
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Categories: flash fiction