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Sleep did not come well for her, at night she lay awake. But it was also the only time, to really sit in quiet. It was the time her mind expanded, and truly had the chance to process and think through, well, life.

One great pain she revisited frequently, was the loss of her unborn child. People simply say miscarriage, but to her it was a death. A death she shared alone, unknown by the world.

Her child, remembered only by her, loved only by her. Gone, and only forgotten by her. ❀


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