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Plum Blossom in the Belarusian Snow

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She had a happy childhood. Grandma's pies, grandpa's fairy tales, mom's hugs. Then love came. Myroslava didn't know that love could be so many things. Warm and cold. Close and far away. Real and imagined. Three falls. Three times her brother pulled her back from the edge. Three dates she will never forget. But this story isn't about the pain. It's about the ones who held an umbrella over her when the pink rain fell. About the grandma who kept baking pies even in the darkest days. About the grandpa who taught her to wait. About the brother who saved her without a second thought. And about how even the bitterest tears can grow into something beautiful. When you have someone to share this life with.
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