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My corner of the attic (my writing story)

  It’s my little corner of the attic. Pillows and candles. Journals and index cards. It is thirteen years ago and I sit curled up in a ball. Processing again the news that there is no heartbeat. Five months of nurturing, dreaming. The room downstairs painted. Waiting. Anticipating. But no life will fill it. I […]

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