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Jul 2014
Wherever she placed her well-worn feet she brought life, but all she could do was sob.

The real tragedy of her blessing was not the barren ground she touched with her toes, but that anything her magic produced died as soon as her soles left the soil.

Spiraling to disaster, she ended her life before she could end any more.
Jess Kilbourne
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