Flower Crowns
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She spoke softly, the words almost getting caught in her throat, "One day," a petal fell from her crown,"I want to know what its like to be the brick and not the window pane." She spoke nothing else, but a tear rolled down her cheek, and for the first time in nearly 3 months, she looked me directly in the eye. I finally understood her pain.
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