Like a mist of a lacy cloud the memory of you fades gently in to the past.
We loved and lost yet we did not go away only with unfeeling wounds.
We were left with the essence of one another...never to be again.
Thank you for being there...thank you for not being there.
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But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.
Proverbs 4:18
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