And at the same time, a fierce longing welled up in her. To sail away from shore once again, to be new, to be free, to start afresh, to be a blank page... “This has gone too far,” she muttered to herself in a grave tone. “Surely one is not obliged to endure just about anything?” Deeper inside, she reflected, with relief, that maybe – just maybe – a new form of freedom awaited her.

And at the same time, a fierce longing welled up in her. To sail away from shore once again, to be new, to be free, to start afresh, to be a blank page... “This has gone too far,” she muttered to herself in a grave tone. “Surely one is not obliged to endure just about anything?” Deeper inside, she reflected, with relief, that maybe – just maybe – a new form of freedom awaited her.

And at the same time, a fierce longing welled up in her. To sail away from shore once again, to be new, to be free, to start afresh, to be a blank page... “This has gone too far,” she muttered to herself in a grave tone. “Surely one is not obliged to endure just about anything?” Deeper inside, she reflected, with relief, that maybe – just maybe – a new form of freedom awaited her.