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Inside My Scrapbook by Anne Raven

Chapter 11: White

White...

It was all white...

The roses, the calla lilies, various species of orchids, her dress, the curtains.

White... All of them white.

With the bitter keening of friends and loved ones, her cries mingled with the chorus of a thousand others. And the only spot of color in the otherwise immaculate white was the redness of her lips which she would never again her say,

"Tomoyo, dear daughter."