A new morning, a new journey. Time to start over. There are places she’d dreamed of going in her mind, now it was time to make it real. Chloé gathered the few belongings that meant anything, sold the rest, and headed to the station. When she arrived at the depot, the station clerk asked where she was headed. “I don’t know,” she said, “far away from here.” The station clerk grumbled, but Chloé knew that anywhere in the world would be better than this old town. She smiled at the old, miserable clerk and slipped her money under the glass. Then she boarded the train and headed west, into the unknown. Fear turned to wanderlust with the ever passing pictures she saw from her train window. She pulled from her bag an old, weathered Leica her father had left her. Chloé rubbed her fingers across her father’s initials, still scratched into the bottom of the machine. She wiped the dust from the lens and brought the viewfinder to her eye. She focused on her reflection in the window, with the mountains all blurred in the background and clicked the shutter, knowing she’d see herself in a new way. Chloé started to capture her journey in silver and light and started seeing the world in black and white. No more depression and lost love, the world was hers and there was nothing that could change that now…
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