1.04.2012

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Her heels fiercely pounded the gravel of the parking lot. Passing eyes strained to ignore her. She screamed. The mother's face awash with calm and a soft smile, her hand outstretched to protect the girl’s head. Then the sound of terror transitioned to an endearing weep. The mother swept the girl up into her arms, squeezed her, absorbed her pain. And into their car they climbed, continuing on with their day.
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2012 at 9:05 PM

    Just checked in to discover your new start to 2012. The same can be said about your first four days...engaging! WDH

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