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Bittersweet I see her still, sitting silently, playing there. Shifting stones, smooth and round in amongst the silky sand, on which she sat. I see her soft wind swept hair, tossed by breezes into warm salt air and suddenly I am sadened to have lost her...so soon. |
Additional Notes:
memories of a little girl, lost through untimely death..
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