Paper Crane Twenty-Three

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The wound is the place

where the Light enters you.

—Rumi

CECILIA: To bring my parents back together, I'm going to fold one hundred paper cranes. One hundred paper cranes and Mom's heart will heal, along with her body and blood. One hundred miles apart are mommy and daddy. One hundred ways I will pray to God every single day. One hundred dreams and wishes won't go to waste. I got to keep working. I am folding paper crane twenty-three.

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