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Words Written on Butterflies

Tanya got out of the bed while the sun was still asleep. She looked out the window; even the stars were lost in the dark. “Would I be able to watch sunrise today?” she asked her heart. She knew the answer but was afraid to tell herself. Mike, her husband was still in bed and [...]

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Yellow

That morning when she opened her eyes everything seemed yellow. The sunlight was filtering through the pale, worn out curtains. But it was not that yellowish light, the room was filled with. The color yellow was oozing out from with in. She looked at his empty bed in the other corner of the small, square [...]

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