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Day Six: Merrijane Rice


You were wanted, not an accident.

Your first fluttering cells set plans pulsing— names, knitting, nursery colors, universities.

Though two others came before, I saved a part for you.

Sometimes a heart stops beating and dreams bleed free in a slow, red river of barren pain.

No healing prayers, no reasons sought, none given. Just one of those things.

But it wasn’t an accident. You were wanted elsewhere.

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Merrijane grew up in Bountiful, Utah. She earned a BA in English from BYU and then served a mission to Washington, D.C. After returning, she married Jason Rice. Together, they’re raising a family of four boys. She currently works for Deseret Mutual as a technical writer.

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