Prompt #9

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Andy used to imagine being free. The first time he was locked in solitary, he imagined being free all the time. Push-up after push-up, sit-up after sit-up, it was all he could see. His house, his wife's smile. The prison bars fading away like strains of music. Melting away like warm chocolate. Breaking apart like an earthquake

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[extremeways]

This is beautiful, Mara. Excellent job.