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Refuge in the Garden

The tears fall, splashing down my face. We are alone, secluded in the fragrant garden. My white gown has torn in my humiliated dash from the church. My best friend, maid of honor, support-system extraordinaire comforts me.

“You will get through this. Not tomorrow, not even next month, but you will be whole again.”

 

Jemma Jones.