If She Wakes
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Última publicación mar, nov 15, 2016
She awoke with the sound of monitor beeps and silent breathing, an indication of someone asleep, in an unfamiliar white washed room.
Her body was heavy, and her pulse a steady thrum in the silence of the morning dew and birds.
This is her story, her start, her beginning.
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