Gemotions

The scent of aged paper and leather filled the air as Sarah ran her fingers along the spines of the books. She was numb, a shell of the woman she once was. Grief had taken its toll, and she felt as if she was stuck in a never-ending cycle of sadness. She needed a new beginning. She purchased "Anna Karenina."

Between the pages, she found a pressed flower and a handwritten note. The note was simple, but it spoke volumes. "Bloom where you are planted." A quiet strength began to rise within her. She felt a sudden urge to bake, something she hadn't done since before her loss. She felt a desire to finally be productive.