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It’s raining outside as I scurry up the steps of the bright yellow bus. Drenched, I use my shirt to wipe the water from my brow. I hear my name growing from something faint into something loud.“Tara!”My eyes squint and look through all the eyes...

I wrote down once that to love someone deeply is what gives us all the courage we ever need to do the next right thing. Those were the words I whispered over and over with blood streaming down my left eye, my babies following close...

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