The search had take so long – most of her life really. Born in tumultuous times to passionate and volatile parents, upheaval and dissonance had been Christine’s story since earliest childhood. Searching for a some place to call home – some place that offered her a sense of security and stability – had taken her across the globe and deep into the mysteries, legends and stories of other cultures.
Now, as the years added up and her hair greyed at the temples, Christine retreated behind the closed door of the little flat she rented downtown. Her forays out were of an essential nature. Going to work, buying food and supplies, getting out for a walk in nature when she could – these events marked the passage of her days. Beyond this she did not bother with going out and about as she had once done. No, she told concerned friends, she was not depressed. She just needed to be alone for a bit.
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