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As I awoke, tears streamed down my cheeks, crossing the bridge of my nose like a steady flowing rain. “Thank you, mom — I love you,” I whispered into a damp pillowcase. I longed to know she was in that…
Toya Qualls-Barnette
Michele Maize
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Sober Traveler | Wannabe Vegan | Yoga Addict. Dog-loving extrovert turned introvert. Owner of "The Maze". Editor at Black Bear and Globetrotters.
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