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One last look at it and she tossed it into the river. She saw the current carry it far, far away… till there was no glimpse of it, any more. Her past was gone. On the face of it, she’d lost the battle, but she had found her true self today. Earlier, her anger had always culminated in tears. A single tear that rolled down her cheek today reflected the sea of change.

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This post is in response to a writing prompt to include 3 nouns: anger, battle, river.