second chances

*The entry is five pages after the last one. The page is clean but in a beige color by the time passed and the letter are recognizable, clean and legible, contrasting the others entries. It occupies about three pages*

The wind whipped her loose hair into her face, nearly obscuring her view of the ocean before her. It tugged at her skirts, trying to pull her back from the edge of the cliff that she was slowly approaching. She stopped only when her toes could curl and grasp the lip of the precipice. And there she stood, in nothing more than a shift, watching the distant horizon with a gaze so blue that the sea and sky might have been called mere imitations of that fine color.