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She was 16, maybe 17. A stone fox from another place. A version of my mother I had never met. She holds the secrets of her past and the greater secret of her future. Analysing and looking so close, I sought to know her. I looked so close that she began to distort. By day she appears monstrous, in the darkness emerges the shadows of her younger, sweeter self and I am still seeking her mysteries. Nonetheless, the remains an Unsung Heroine.
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