She ran to the stone. It was her escape from her world. She always made sure she was alone before she clung to its sides, said the words and was transported to another world—a world where slavery didn’t exist. One of these days, she would remain there and never return to her life as a slave.

The coast was clear. She held on to the sides, recited the words and poof…she was gone.

When she reached the other side, it was in a wide, open field with wild flowers, their sweet scent filling her senses. She laughed and ran among them, stopping to pick some until she had a bouquet. She twirled around like a ballerina, her long skirt bustling about her ankles, the sunshine warming her face.

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