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September 22, 2003
"She had cried when the dull pain began in her legs last winter." taken from The Edgar Cayce Collection edited by Hugh Lynn Cayce
She had cried when the dull pain began in her legs last winter. The moans slipping through the holes in her teeth and out into the play room. She carefully walked on her toes, her heals hitting the floor shocking her with excrusiating, pulsing pains. Her knees wobbled and the ocational thud of her body crunched through the ceiling to the parlor. Shrill yelps peirced the air as she attempted stairs. Poor Lizzy Stillwell was commited to her bed. Her legs throbbing with each attempt at moving. Her childhood paused in pain and tears. The moist drops on her cheeks adding a lasting throb to her father's throat.