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Before the " unthinkable" I was still naive or was it merely innocent? and the " unthinkable" was but a shadowy realm .. And then " it" happened like a shattering of soap bubbles- it was a shattering of more, really and my shadowy realm became reality; Stunned at first, I reeled about for a while later, I learned to chalk it all up as experience my painful maturation a rude awakening but, awakening nonetheless.
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Annette M Velasquez

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