Thoughts from Marita
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The door opened, and it was as though the curtain parted.
I thought she might be the one, but there was a whisper of doubt.
I had not actually met her, you understand; I had only been one of thousands who had prayed for her over a long period of time when she was hanging precariously between life and death. Life lived from a distance creates a cushion that blurs our vision and prevents our bridging a four-year gap. But still ... there was an unsettling familiarity when she walked into the room.
Something in the way she moves ...






