2014

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She stood up…straightened her clothes…glanced at the mirror…tucked in strands of escaped hair…gathered her bags…and made her way to the door…

Paused…

…and with a smile…reached into her purse… took out a handful of coloured glass beads…placed them carefully on the table…before turning to leave…

Her one final act of mercy.

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