The tears sat on the edge of her eyes. Fighting to hold them in she asked permission to sit in the straight back chair reserved for short visits. The room is as it always is, open bright and calm. Would this go well? Would she understand the darkness bearing down on her soul? Would she help? Never... Sign in to see full entry.
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