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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

Chapter 3 THE VOYAGE

Word Count: 1100 | Released on: 11/03/2021

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udden? Is it possible that th

ears and anxieties? My brain is

ll travel to Alaska in a different boat. Leonid will bring Lada back home to Myshkin, I'm sorry Lada if it's quite a

hing is going well in your favor. I will surely miss

f time, the car is already waitin

gloves, coats, and

we opened

car is waiting

div Guns and Ammo company's driv

oor for the lad

ed us with

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ly and settled ourse

ats and hang them

ilence "I have some coo

red us t

e cookies, last night,

ou at the Music Festival? she asked while

ill be away. If I could only go with you tomorrow. But I have an urgent m

and gives me a p

ia. And the boat that we will be traveling on is safe, it's a new Yacht, owned by

tomorrow for your trip." she

.take good care of yourself always," s

ut it insid

and I bid goodni

ly. She prepared the cookies into my

breakfast with me, my sunshine? " While

! I'm sure Nana will serve breakfast.

not forget to pray. May God protect you as you travel, my sunshine." Aunt

ssed me and

off from my reverie, he serv

ank me and the boat crew, they h

ed our afternoo

in a warm cozy

our voyage when Nana h

and gunfire rin

all s

bed and whispered

lves together and walk discreetly. Just fol

coats, glove

selves to the fire exit

led out in a whisp

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hands so tig

shown fears

, I'm here for you, don't worry."

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the aisle going

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Why are we running? Did we do something wrong? Is

da... " I whisp

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“The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time”