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It was a warm day in the heavily wooded forest. \u00a0The light of the sun came across with a greenish tint, as it pushed its way through the leaves of the majestic evergreens populating the woods. \u00a0The sound of far off waterfalls could be heard through the orchestra of birds and animals going about their business. \u00a0The gentle hillsides were inundated with life, in all varieties. \u00a0Elk, deer, bears, birds, this was their realm. \u00a0Still unspoiled by the encroachment of humanity, this was nature at its finest. \u00a0Lush, green, and powerful, you could feel the life coursing through the air.
In a clearing, open to the sunlight and adjacent to a flowing stream sat a woman. \u00a0This was her sanctuary, her place of peace and joy. \u00a0Her long flowing blonde hair seemed like one with the stream. \u00a0Today was no day for joy, however. \u00a0She was suffering through immense pain at the loss of her unborn child. \u00a0Her tears fed the stream with her grief, a grief that no person should ever have to confront. \u00a0 How could she hope to overcome this pain? \u00a0This was no ordinary grief, the challenge of carrying on was a heavier burden that Atlas could even bear to carry.
April asked for a sign, a reason to carry on and confront her grief. \u00a0“Why me, why again” cried April. The sound of a family of ducks filled her ears. \u00a0She looked toward the stream, and saw six ducklings floating behind their mother, diving now and then for food. \u00a0It was a simple site, to see a small family of ducks floating down the lazy stream. \u00a0Careless and oblivious to the dangers around them. \u00a0April’s heart was touched by the warmth of the interaction. \u00a0Her grief was as heavy as ever, but this one small scene warmed her, if just for a split second.
Life was hard, her grief was maddening. \u00a0It would be easy for April to just give up on it all, and end it. \u00a0She realized that was the problem, it would be too easy for her to give up. \u00a0April knew then, that while it felt impossible to carry on, she would. \u00a0She had gone through this before, faced her worse fears, and realized that she could do so again. \u00a0Life was precious, and she would prove that she had the strength to live it, even in her darkest moment.<\/p>\n\n\n

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