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Not every day. But sometimes it comes back so fast I can taste it.”
I placed the roses in the holder.
“But I’m not in the rain anymore.”
That was the truth.
Not perfectly healed.
Not magically reborn.
But no longer standing in the mud while people who never loved me decided my worth.
I stayed until the sun began to lower.
Before I left, I touched the top continue reading …
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