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Reunion

I wake and look out of the window, The damp, grey mist reflecting my mood. I wash, I dress, I go through the motions, Then I walk, head down, to meet my fate. My chest heavy with fear. My heart thumping. The fog is lifting and the sun is breaking through. I lift my head and my fate is sealed. She is there. And she is smiling.

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Date: 11/28/2012 1:57:00 AM
Lola welcome to the soup I love the stunning image you have portrayed here...David
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