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07 November, 2014

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There's a stillness over this crowded, threadbare living room.

She was too shy to volunteer to read, waiting a full beat before agreeing.

But she gained confidence as she progressed through the sentences and paragraphs, a little narrator to this moment in time.

And it feels terrifyingly holy.

A half-breath of regret, drowned in thanksgiving.

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