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We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

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Megan Hart
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: March 27
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Fall
Fragile
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Precious
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Fallen
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Falling
Everything
Broken
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Pieces
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Brittle

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