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Standing still, time stopped, her eyes closed as the wind whipped away her troubles.  Her hands grabbed the rail and she leaned so far over she feared the icy waters would claim her as their own.  She flung herself down onto the concrete of the warf.  It's coolness calmed her and allowed her thoughts to gain a small amount of clarity.  The sea mist clung to her clothing, making it moist and chilling deep down into the marrow of her bones.  She shivered and in that simple motion the wind blew her troubles back to her and they stuck, deeper within her skin then before.  Burrowing there way to her heart, where she bleed for the memories that caused her so much pain.  She stood back up, pulling herself from the concrete, before she became a part of its charcoal depths.  Crying now, she returned to her spot at the rail, gazing out at the horizon, stretched before her, blue and untouched.  She longed to soar, to fly with the angels, to live in a peaceful world, free from blood.  Her hands gripped the salty, cool, wood rail and she pulled her body so that she sat, legs dangling, on its edge.  She stood atop it rail, treating it as though it was her thrown.  Steadying herself, she took one last deep breath.  Her feet left the wood and she flew.  To rest with the angels.