For any of you with fifty words just itching to get out, please feel free to create your own tiny window for me. Or for anyone else. I'd love to close the tiny windows for now on that note.
She was a woman who had been almost violently independent. Her independence, her fearlessness, her passion were basic to her, to her self image, to the image that others looked for in her. She looked forward to easing up, slacking the reins, sliding into life and into somebody's arms the way you would slide into a velvet armchair.
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Just some thoughts.. don't get mad if it doesn't fit.