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Amrita's Choice
By Colleen Messina |
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1 Young Amrita sat on the bluffs above the ocean, twisting her hair into a shining braid. Her white-blond hair and her white robe made her look like a marble statue resting on the heather except for the nervous motion of her hands. Over and under went the strands of hair. Round and round went her thoughts.