Elizabeth Hayden
IT WAS A PERFECT September morning. The crisp blue sky and a rising sun gently awakened me. My husband began to stir. A deep sense of contentment wrapped me as I emerged from my sleep. I basked in the delight of bonus time, those few moments before the alarm commands the day. Everything seemed right with the world. I lay ... (Full article: 797 words)
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