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Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.


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The hands of an elder woman, dressed in black, holding a rosary while praying.

Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.

A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.

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