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First Steps

I take a deep breath as I walk out the front door. I’m finally leaving this house after many months of self confinement.

I’ve attempted this a few times but the furthest I’ve gone before was touching the door knob.

My first steps are a struggle. I feel each step as a moment of triumph. If someone were watching me they would wonder why it’s taking me minutes to cross my small porch.

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