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Anew

November 12, 2016

On that morning, she climbed toward the abandoned church, its roof long collapsed, its walls still standing.

If I ever marry, he had said, and he described this place, talked about beginning a new chapter where another had ended.

She remembered holding his hand as he told her this, and she remembered how she knew, even then, they would not stand at that altar together.

She felt the bedrock on which this church stood beneath her feet. She looked up at the light filtering down through the few remaining beams above. She breathed deep and began to build anew.

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