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In 100, by Wyatt on November 5, 2018 at 3:50 pm

Inside of Nira’s heart rested a seed. Some days the seed was joyous and some days the seed was sorrowful.

Every morning when she woke up there was a precious moment when she forgot about the seed. But then she would remember, and listen for it, and know how her day would feel. She had no choice.

Today’s dawn stretched its tendrils into her shuttered eyes. As she blinked awake she felt her seed do something new. It rattled around. It was a lonely dance; more restless than excited.

“Whatever happens today, I don’t much mind.”

So she told herself.

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