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her eyes scanned the horizon hope against hope he had promised to return if indeed he returned by the seventh of the month two days hence now but still she watched though the winds chilled and skies turned grey at the turn of the season she watched wishing memories of him could be washed away as easily as the sand from her toes
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Very nice! I like this one and think there is a smile on your face!
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short-lived, but yes
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Don’t beat it down! You are very talented and when we’ve talked you are such a gentleman. Great qualities to have.
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