Parallel U. - Sophomore Year
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by Dakota Rusk
She sighed and picked up her brush, and began to run it through her hair. She was disappointed; but someday, she was certain, she would see the image of Fabia again, and this time she wouldn’t be afraid, she wouldn’t panic…she’d reach out to her daughter, and beckon her to come home, to step through the silvery lens that separated them and be once again in the place where she was remembered, and honored, and longed for, and loved.