Can I come home?

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It was a dark and dusky evening, nothing stirred because there was nothing to stir. Desolate road, life seems to have withdrawn from the world into a shell of silence. Sadly she sat on the edge of the dead grass piping; it had been worn from the passing feet and the arid weather, but a spot closest to the door where she was seeking comfort. Should she knock, she thought? Would her loved ones allow her to come back home? High above in the musky sky, nothing clear was giving its passage. She must not turn away for if she does, she will never return. Its always easier to leave home, but no-one told her that trying to get back would be the hardest thing she would ever do. by Sophie just some of my writing . . . . hope you enjoyed!