She is riding her bike and her eyes begin to well. She does not know how she got here. Actually, she knows but thinking about it overwhelms her to tears. She thinks about all of the love in her life and in that moment being able to bike through a preserve by the ocean. She made it to sunny California and made a life here with Michael. This is moving, at least to her, and she feels the clean wind try to dry her eyes.
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