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njsabsComment by K3Master: And in the darkest of night, where memory has the ability to touch and break your heart, she floats up out of the ether, out from where I thought I had buried the pain and the loss, out from the furthest reaches of my subconcious, to remind me of what we once had.
Our darling, our joy, our taste of the wind and the sea. Her gaze like the gift to us that she was, penetrating our souls. Kindness and laughter and love. Taken from us far too early, but never forgotten.
For in the darkest of night, where memory aches my very foundation, she returns to me. Does she visit my wife as well, on these nocturnal visits? I do not have the strength to ask, but when she comes, I reach out for her, to hold her one last time, to kiss her forehead and tell her that I love her, and that she'll always be with me in my heart.
She lie there so tenderly. Fashioned so slenderly.
Lift her with care, so young and so fair.
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