Her arms were tiring, but her spirit still soared with energy drawn from the crowd. As one of the organizers of the march, Chelsa, preferred to remain in the shadows, part of the backdrop of protest. Her friends and co-organizers marched up front, carrying banners and signs. Chelsa held back; she enjoyed watching the surge of people undulating through the streets ahead of her. Hers was a message of love in times of hate. She hoped that others, seeing her wear her heart on her head, would embrace her beliefs. There was too much misunderstanding; miscommunication in these dark days. (100 words)

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For Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday, Week 5