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https://faithhopeandfiction.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/deep-water-fiction-patricia-crisafulli.jpg1744361Sylvia was the first to arrive, twenty-two minutes before the class was scheduled to begin. Scanning the six long tables arranged in a rectangle, she decided to take a seat in the middle along the far wall, her back to the windows overlooking the parking lot. The flyer carried in her purse calmed the buzz of fearful embarrassment that she might have arrived on the wrong day or at the wrong time. There was the assurance: Saturday, February 14th--Valentine’s Day, which she could do well without--and a program called “Write Your Heart Out.”