Beat After Beat

February 21, 2018
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She woke at 4. Hair wet
from last night, stress builds. Beat
after beat, time passes slowly.
She hears her heart thud, beat after beat.
“Merry Christmas,” her dad says,
bringing a truckload of gifts inside.

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