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the Snow White of Shelters.
“Our lawyer is our herb dealer,”
Inevitably the conversation would turn to kids and Rebecca hated feeling left out. It was better to not join in the first place.
Instead of judging her feelings, she decided to work to better understand them.
had scars, but who didn’t? It was impossible to experience life without struggle or injury. The important part was to rise up and ask—what can I learn from this?
Every woman was so much more than what the naked eye could possibly perceive. After everything the universe had thrown at the four of them, they were still standing. Still learning. Still growing.
Life was like a cart of cocktails—sometimes neat, sometimes stirred or shaken, or on the rocks. And in the case of Rebecca and her magical friends… With a twist.

