Over at
Views from the Raven's Nest, a Wordzzle challenge is posted weekly. The basic idea is to use all 10 words provided in a short paragraph (plus mini challenge words if you can). More information can be found
here.

This week's words are (early morning light, Pinocchio, mist, leaves, sandy, coffee, walking, traffic, pray, stomach ) with a mini challenge of (train, art, admirable, cotton, fluffy).
This wordzzle is a continuation of
my earlier story.
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"How did we get here?" I've asked myself this so many times in the last few days. I thought I was never going to escape this place. I had given up
praying and had resigned myself to a lifetime of just making it work and yet...
It's a surreal feeling today. We're
walking in the
early morning light, watching the
mist rise from the freezing ground. The
leaves that had been falling just a few short weeks ago are now glued with ice to the
sandy sidewalks as we crunch along. My
stomach is in knots. It's not because of food, I haven't been able to eat today. I did manage a little
coffee this morning but I just couldn't manage a bite of actual food. I'm excited but I can't believe it's really happening.
We cross the street while the
traffic waits as we head for the
train. The train. Was it only a month ago I was staring longingly at it? And now I'm getting on it. I feel like I'm high, on white
fluffy cotton clouds, floating along down the road.
Somehow my mother knew. She knew without me saying that I had to get away from here and she did it. She found a relative in the city for me to stay with and bought me a ticket and I'm getting out of here. She's trying not to cry as she helps me check in. She's turned being stoic into an
art, trying to never show that anything gets to her. It's
admirable but I can't manage it myself and I start to tear up. I hug her and kiss her cheek and tell her how much I love her and then I get onto the train. I find my seat as the train starts to pull out. As I sit looking out the window and watching the trees fly by I laugh and think, "I'm like
Pinocchio. I've got no strings on me".