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"Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days,
and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's opportunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of victory."

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before you can truly go through all of the few stages of grief, you need to learn to accept that the person is gone and they aren't coming back.

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Mason Benedict, Hailey Enos-Bishop, Sophia Graser, Angel Roque

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this imagine shows the stages of how to cope with death.

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free at last

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she was limited in her marriage and thought of not living a long life because she wasn't free. now she was suddenly abandoned and was forced to now be by herself and on her own, more free than she has ever been.

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she was ready to be alone, she accepted the freedom and all the possibilities yet to come.

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¨But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.¨

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Mrs. Mallard has a very weak heart, and she was in an unfit marriage.  Her husband supposedly was in a railroad disaster and was killed, and she started grieving as soon as she got the news.  She then had a reality check when she was alone in her room, and was thankful for her husband's death because she was finally free.  She left the room and was struck with shock when she saw her husband walk through the front door.  She died of the strain on her heart.

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"She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word
escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: ¨free, free, free!¨ The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body."