That night Sara and her mother, Judith, discussed her future. Sara had a tattoo of a raven on the upper part of her left arm. She loved the poems of Edgar Allan Poe. Sara and her mother disagreed about the bright jewels that laid ahead for her. She saw life as one romantic road, and her mother would often strongly object. Sara’s friends would say she blew the moon too many kisses, and was not grounded enough for realistic choices.
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