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Shadows Behind Her – Fragment #23

Laughter vivid as spring tulips; confessions greener than a summer field; words like scattered autumn leaves; warm caresses frozen in the winter ice of memory. Waiting for the train, she thinks about him; about the shadows of possibilities she is leaving behind.

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