Troubles in Pleasantville

Tess pulled her hair up, exposing the solar system adorning her neck.  It was her favorite tattoo and fitting for her as it reflected the origin of her hippy parent’s given name, Planetes.  The greek for planets, meaning wanderer.  The word had described her parents perfectly.  She wasn’t so sure that it fit her.

A mix of dirt and small gravel rock crunched a rhythm  beneath her feet as she ran down the two lane road and past a newly sprouted corn field, before turning down a dusty dirt path strewn with brown pine needles.  A mile in, she found her stride and her breathing matched up as she watched the evening sun sink into the forest before her.  Not everything in Pleasantville was perfect, but this was.  This was her sanctuary.  The peace of an evening trail run.  Now she wondered if that had changed.  Had she lost that peace?

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