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The Girl With the Flaxen Hair

A lifetime passes but she lives on, touchable now only with mind-beams. Walking through a cornfield together seems like Elysium. Imagination fills in the blanks, her hand in mine leads to a future memory. That cornfield, that soft sunlight its all smolder and smoke now, but she is invulnerable. She has moved to a place just ahead of my eyes. I see her in new yellow robes; the dazzle of her, waving between the suns fading rays.

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