The road snakes off into the distance.
She stands, waiting for life to begin
now that her old world is gone,
left behind over a train ride ago,
when all was green hills and valleys,
and now she sees shoreline and sea.
The hotels lined up behind the road,
and this could be her new found land
where she could invent a new life.
[Please note: as with all the pieces marked as Fragments these poems are unfinished and abandoned early drafts.]
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