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my purse forward slightly, letting the recorder capture every word, every laugh.
Then I stepped away, silently, letting the hall swallow me again.
When I returned to the sanctuary, everything looked the same. Flowers. Candles. Guests.
And yet nothing was the same.
I sat down, folded my hands, and breathed through the roar in my ears. A part of me felt continue reading …
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