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Living (or Dying) in Shadowed Memories

11/15/2015

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She heard his laugh. And her heart lightened. She looked around for his dimples and honey hued eyes. She sought out his lean and tall muscular frame that once held her in joy and pain.  She inhaled. His Drakkar cologne awakened her senses.  Her head spun as her chest tightened. The faces around her all unfamiliar and apathetic to her need to find him.  Then the waves came tumbling in. The salt water licking her toes. The sea breeze stealing away his scent. The tears began to fall. How long would these shadows of memories endure?
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