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It scared her a little to know she was capable of loving a person so much, that all that love had been waiting there her whole life, like a dormant seed just aching to get out and grow up into something bigger than the cypress trees in the bayou and the pines that shot up all around her yard.
She would never be the same. She had a daughter now.
“Look back for too long and you’ll end up with a mess of broken dreams and a crick in your neck.”
Men were always there for the fun parts, she thought. Women were always left to pick up the pieces.
In a world that was determined to forget, someone had to do the remembering.
