Vashti's View
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Complete Tue, Dec 27, 2016<5 mins
Vashti? Who is that? She's the forgotten queen who still has a story to tell!
Based off of the only mention of her in Esther 1, this poem is figuratively Vashti's thoughts as she looked backed at everything she'd left behind and couldn't believe how free she felt.
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