GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 219

Never the reflection of anything, she was always her own light. A muzzle flash shot to the heart, a sonic boom harbinger and echo, a hurricane to shake her family tree, and blow away the ashes of every bridge she'd crossed. Never inched toward anything, only ran until there was no place left for her to go, this woman of so many stories. A life lived loudly until her unquiet end. 219