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It was the first morning after his wife had passed away. Fifteen years of 
inseparable togetherness had broke into small pieces of, nothing. After a long 
sleepless night of restlessness he decided to get off his bed and prepare some 
coffee.  The powerful weakness of denial that she had passed away, goaded 
him to pour coffee in two coffee cups, instead of one. In the living room, he 
looked out the window and contemplated the sun rise, that beautiful image of 
nature that brought back the memory of her. With a heart sealed with pain he 
turned back to look at her glass framed picture. The fresh coffee, turned to be 
bitter as falling tears mixed with it. Gazing at her picture, he heard a voice 
whisper.. “ Good morning dear.. “ . Waves of distress crashed into him, like the 
azure waves do in the ocean. He felt like a dried up sea, without her, he suffered 
from emptiness. He turned the picture to face the other sofa. But those waves of 
distress had turned into a roaring tide, longing to see her smile once again. He 
frantically rushed to the other sofa, with reckless motion. This time, he had 
drowned in the ocean of grief that had sucked him down into it’s bottom. The 
strong desire of wanting to forget about her, made him furiously collect all her 
pictures and burry them in the closet filled with her clothes and belongings. 
Irritated, he got dressed and rushed to work. After hours of stress and hard work, 
he went back home. Famished and exhausted, he went to the kitchen to prepare 
dinner for himself. Unconsciously, he found himself running out of the kitchen 
with two cups of coffee and the strong need of seeing her again. His hands 
shivered as he opened the doors to her closet. He inhaled her perfumed clothes, 
as he rapidly collected all her pictures, the same way kids cheerfully collect 
candy. With no notice of what he was doing, he lined up all her pictures on his 
bed. Contemplating her face, he wept as he tried to drink his coffee.
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