Many would wear sandals. It was June in Tennessee and the day would bring a damp heat. The day would be remembered not because of what was said but because of who attended. It was an honor to speak non the less.
The grass brushed her toes as she sat down in the back row. There was a need to see how many chairs stood in front of the stage. From the back there seemed less. A small comfort.
She would leave the stage at two pm. This would be graduation, the end of college and the end of a relationship. No goodbyes.
The car was packed. Go west. It seemed so clear.
Go west.
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