(Writing in her journal)How does one move forward when the past refuses to let go? My heart aches for a brighter future. And yet, it seems forever trapped in the darkness of my memories.
Intro Iris, a creative spirit, sits alone, pen and ink ready. A red dress and flower accentuate her black hair and dark eyes. As she writes, she contemplates her past and future.
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18/10/2024