I passed by some tourist shops, packed to the brim with
T-shirts and cheap knickknacks that would be quickly discarded not long after
being gifted. I stopped at one of the
open store fronts and glanced at the shelves filled with snow globes and little
shells with crazy eyes glued to them.
The gifts for those who had given up on caring.
Zack’s store was only one block farther, but I took my
time.
This was my new home.
This was my new life.
I shook one of the snow globes.
The little plastic sign that said Spirit Lake had come loose
and floated with the drifting flecks of artificial snow.
This was my new life.
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