She often went up to her rooftop to take it all in. She had to. She felt a grand compulsion to think in terms of the bigger picture.
She felt a need to see it all and to execute upon a grander vision. She needed a new path and as she looked across the neighborhood she felt empowered to do what she had to do. It would be hard. It would perhaps be sad. But she could do it. It would be done.
She slid back down. Picked up her backpack and took it all in. It was time to move on. But she would do it with dignity and vigor. She walked to the highway and got into a shiny red car.
Fast forward three years and she was holding her own at the press conference.
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Good for her, and long might it continue-this wave of success.
To new beginnings! Nice!
Bravo! Well done.