Unseen, silent, Julia cried that night. Gaia was asleep, Kristen was away, her parents in an island far from where she was. She touched the long scar on the top of her head, barely hidden by her short hair. Everything is its own reward, Kristen had said to her when she looked at the cupboard as she was preparing dinner.
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Wow! Clever and real and purposeful! LOVE it!!!!