She had no home, no shelter. On this cold December night, loud blew the wind, and all the begging and complains fell on deaf ears. She was invisible to the world.
Worn out with anguish, toil and cold and hunger, she sunk down on her knees, everything fading away, as an endless sleep seized her senses.
There they found her the next morning, on the cold, hard ground, the snow as her blanket.
God had released her.
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