The woman made her way down the path; her face was hidden by a thick veil, which swayed gently with her every step. Every step felt like years to the woman. On such an occasion, her head should have been held high, but her eyes were cast down. Her lashes wet with the loss of the world she had grown up in and fear for the one to come. Sad memories of the years past flooded her mind. They were the bliss of her life, together with the happy moments.
She stopped. This was the start of her new beginning.
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