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It was a winter wonderland. The trees limbs hung limp, burden from the fallen snow. The moon was full, illuminating the night with its revealing presence. Confused, she continued her lone walk. She was hurting, not a physical hurt. That would have been easier to deal with. This was an emotional hurt. The wind pulled mercilessly at her trench coat; but the woman ignored its pull. Not even th…
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