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of the gaping hole in my chest.
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My eyes scanned the crowd frantically. Where was she? Where was the baby? I pushed through a small gathering, my breath catching in my throat. And then I saw her.
She was standing near a large oak tree, bathed in golden afternoon light, wearing a breathtaking white gown.continue reading …
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