Every Thursday at noon GMT, Sue Vincent publishes one of her photos as a writing prompt.
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Hidden from view, none saw her beginning, a small pool of tears spilling over the edge.
She was searching, running over pebbles and stones.
Gentle splashes sprinkled the leafy witnesses to her journey, mossy blankets guiding her south.
She grew in girth, widening her path and gathering momentum, cleansing as she went.
The end was in sight, and she flowed into the open arms of her mother, the river.