As the sun set over the quiet town, Maya sat on the porch, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink. The day had been long, and she was exhausted, but there was something peaceful about the evening. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and for a moment, Maya felt at ease. She had been through a lot recently, but in that moment, everything seemed to calm down. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, and whispered to herself, "Things will get better."
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