Unity Addison

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Before the 11 O'Clock Service
9 months ago
It was a cold December mourning and Esmee had lost it all. 10:10 AM She stood in black against the trunk of a huge evergreen, gazing down at the dirt, fingers clawing at her wrists. Her eyes red and b...