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The stars and the sliver of a moon were all that helped the old one avoid the rock stumble in her path. Now and a while, she would stop to look up and enjoy the soft breeze. Then her cane, withered into black would stretch forward and seem to pull her along. Her huddled figure, caped as dark as night, moved up hill through the wall of silently exclaiming trees. Then, the leafy bushes seemed to envelop her as she disappeared into the dark en... mother of the bride dresses for beach wedding

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