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She leans in close, rubs her face against mine. And just like that – my heart rate slows, my brow unfurrows and I can breathe again.
It’s not her time to go, not just yet. Life is too wonderful while she’s in my world.
Misty’s Story: Part Three is on the blog (link in the comments).