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11. Slow hand

The years pass sequentially, as all years do- some of them faster than others and several, like when Sara left for college and Naomi came home from work to a empty nest who’s silence echoed the solitary tread of her heels mockingly back at her, impossibly long- but certain days of the year are always the same in several heart wrenching ( Read more... )

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( Oh dear God, how on earth was she going to... She wasn't a priest or a rabbi. How do you answer this kind of question from a child? )

( The first time Naomi saw her eldest daughter she was bloody, hands clinched at the ends of arms shaking with newborn infant rage (and more than vocal about her displeasure) in Daniel’s arms. )

Any and all productive critiques are welcome/encouraged!

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Any and all productive critiques are welcome!

All are from Table One of 5sentence_fics

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Ok, first batch of these I'm putting out. I've been out of any fandom in anything other than observation mode for *years* so this is me essentially doing stretches before I jump back in the race. (Also, total newbie to LJ so if anyone has any pointers, with lj cutting, etc....)

Any and all productive critiques are welcome!

All are from Table One of 5sentence_fics 
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