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Narrative: She put on her coat to go outside...
She pulled back the curtain to look outside. Not again, she said to herself. This winter had been particularly hard, given all the recent snowfall. She looked over at the woodstove that heated their small, run-down home, and wondered to herself if she would have enough stovewood to make it through the coldest part of the winter. She had already used more this winter than the past two winters combined. She knew the woodpile was getting low, too low for her liking. What was she to do? She didn't have the money to buy another load. She had to buy food to feed her family. Maybe if she didn't have all of those other financial obligations, but she did. And, she just had to accept that fact. No getting around it. She sighed, put on her coat to go outside for probably the last armload of stovewood. But, just as she opened door, the snowflurries slowed and a small ray of sunlight fought it's way through the clouds. As she looked up, a slight smile crossed her face, and a sense of calmness settled in. This wasn't her first battle and it wouldn't be her last. She knew and believed that with all her heart and soul. For she had the will. A strong will. Things would be find. She was positive.
Narrative: She put on her coat to go outside...
She pulled back the curtain to look outside. Not again, she said to herself. This winter had been particularly hard, given all the recent snowfall. She looked over at the woodstove that heated their small, run-down home, and wondered to herself if she would have enough stovewood to make it through the coldest part of the winter. She had already used more this winter than the past two winters combined. She knew the woodpile was getting low, too low for her liking. What was she to do? She didn't have the money to buy another load. She had to buy food to feed her family. Maybe if she didn't have all of those other financial obligations, but she did. And, she just had to accept that fact. No getting around it. She sighed, put on her coat to go outside for probably the last armload of stovewood. But, just as she opened door, the snowflurries slowed and a small ray of sunlight fought it's way through the clouds. As she looked up, a slight smile crossed her face, and a sense of calmness settled in. This wasn't her first battle and it wouldn't be her last. She knew and believed that with all her heart and soul. For she had the will. A strong will. Things would be find. She was positive.