Today was the last day. I stood by the bay and looked out at the water, my feet in flats hanging over the edge. I looked out at the body of water that had been my view, days without number during lunch hour. I breathed in the air of the bay, hair blowing backwards. I am leaving this place, and I won't be back. I won't be back for some time.
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Go with grace.