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Me and my groom confessed our undying love

I was grieving when a face from the past appeared. But was it too late for me to find happiness again?

Dear Donor, I don’t know your name. But ...

When I fled a cult everything changed. A lmost…

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called