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aldersprigChapter 72: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Tuesday, June 5, 2001
Cya sat quietly in her room, on a cushion on the floor between her two chests, her fingers working slowly on a tiny rainbow sweater without consulting her mind.
It had been two weeks. She didn’t get faint anymore when she stood up. Dr. Caitrin said she was nearly recovered.
Nearly recovered. She hadn’t even known there was anything wrong with her. Nearly recovered. And now she struggled against this sick feeling in her stomach every time she thought about Dysmas.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Tuesday, June 5, 2001
Cya sat quietly in her room, on a cushion on the floor between her two chests, her fingers working slowly on a tiny rainbow sweater without consulting her mind.
It had been two weeks. She didn’t get faint anymore when she stood up. Dr. Caitrin said she was nearly recovered.
Nearly recovered. She hadn’t even known there was anything wrong with her. Nearly recovered. And now she struggled against this sick feeling in her stomach every time she thought about Dysmas.
read on...
