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The winter rose .. not striking as roses go, but they thrive under the harshest of circumstances.

I lied for a living, but in all those private gatherings, one thing remained the same - my truth. I craved to belong to a family. During a séance, when I was the conduit for a loved one, the family would look at me like I was the most important person in their lives. I felt loved. Amid all that death was the only time I was truly alive - that was my dreadful splendour.