The Churning

Every once in awhile one of those breaths escaped her. You know, the kind that’s uncontrolled after an authentic gut hurting cry. But these breaths, these breaths were trapped since January 25, 2019. If she wasn’t diligent, one would sneak past her from the sobbing churning in her soul.

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