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They sat together, not quite facing each other on the warm garden patio. Rayla hung her head, clasped hands gentle against her forehead as her tears fell silently behind the curtain of her unkept hair. No more words. No more consolation. No more solutions would ease the weight of her heart. Her companion sat with her, silent in the spring shadows and slowly looked up to the sky. Usually so full of wonder and possibility but today seemed so empty and sad in the sun. She rested one hand on her own belly, now tragically removed from her own joy.

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    Horrorshow over 9 years ago

    Very well written, Kate.

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