She curled her being to some-kind of arc, clutched her sides, and orally expelled chunks of grief that had hardened in her innards.
It took effort to throw it all out. It even made sickly, gaggling noises.
Her lungs would crunch under duty, and feel periodically relieved. Her shoulders would shake without effort.
It was a non-wet exercise. But not really.
It sometimes surprised her that she could stand back and observe herself stumble along, occasionally registering that things hurt.
Registering things that hurt.
Her surprise when she watched herself observe - that was the moment she felt most.
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