She lifted the ragged old stuffed rabbit to cradle it against her chest with all of the tenderness her son had once given it.
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Oh, wow, Jessi, this entire piece is so touching. You painted Martha's pain so clearly.
Actually it was mostly inspired by one of MrsMosley's comments on the first chapter my story Through a Glass, Darkly.
I went back and looked, and I think I know which comment you mean. If so, it was a direct result of a line already in your story. So, as much as I'd like to, I can't take credit for inspiring this beautiful fic.
I hope to see more work from you soon, Jessi!
Lisa (who likes a good cry now and again)
