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Here is the photo prompt:
Photo credit: C.E. Ayres
It is progress.
Honestly it really is.
To make progress you destroy what is already there.
The council meeting was quite vocal, the sound decibels in the board room rose to a crescendo as everybody had a point to make.
Lilian sat quietly waiting for her chance to speak.
The chairwoman nodded at her to proceed as soon as there was a break in the arguments.
A demure woman normally this was too important to Lilian.
She started to speak and nearly faltered as all eyes turned towards her.
A round of applause followed her speech.
The vote was passed.
Word count: 100