She stood looking at the horizon as the darkness began to lift and the twilight steadily advanced toward sunrise pondering how the sparkle of the morning star that kept her pointed toward the east, toward her future, seemed to to fade in the bright rays of sunlight cutting through the haze.
She knew it would always be there but not if it would be visible once the sun had finally risen on her tomorrow.
Use the word “horizon” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 74 words.
How did I do?
Don’t be shy… Tell me how you feel.