Miricle Find

She was alone, one again, and now had to provide herself a home, an untouched slate ready for writing upon. She quested a job. her financial status was enough to buy her a litre of milk and a loaf of bread. she dwelled in a shelter while searching for a job opportunity. When she would become fatigued and jaded, she would visit her favourite spot.
             She felt spellbound to the sea, as if they had both been created with a mutual bond, a bond of "friendship' that was unexplainable. no words could surpass the happiness felt for this friendship. she would become lost in the peace, magic and solitude of the sea, and for that enchanted time, even the strident screams of her heart would be silenced by the gentle sounds of the wind and the waves. It was an escape, a brief respite from the land bound monsters that dwelled I the shadows of her heart.
             She felt embarrassed with herself. She found it abrasive to communicate with people, she had never done so, not even when she resided in the orphanage. she did not speak, but just did as she was told to do. She challenged her embarrassment and soon her shyness was conquered by compassion and the heavy curtain of somberness that had always veiled her face, was lifted and the icy ghosts that always haunted her eyes, were melted by an deeper inner warmth. she had made a wondrous discovery: love lied within her. It was there. A tiny fragile bud that had been waiting to blossom into a bountiful bouquet, to be shared and given away.
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             Miranda had found it excruciatingly difficult to move on with her life at first, but recovered from the devastation of her "loss" with her help of her friends. she began to live a normal life again, even though every night she would light a single candle for her daughter, Jean and she would stay awake praying to God to keep her safe and to bring Jean back into her arms again. she would pray until the candle was spent, then resign to bed.