the touch of a smile, the whisper of the feeling, the moment of silence, is so deafening. And you think that all is lost? Dear after the end, there always is a beginning. After the din, there is music, after loss always gain remains. He is always there... waiting, as a crane at night, to have its other leg to alight. On.
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