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Sometimes, I wish you were here. Being surrounded by my own hard edges leaves me longing for your soft elegance. I cannot escape myself, but I can find purpose in serving you.
I saw my woman holding him close as he babbled beneath our old oak. Daniel and Clair were laughing and gently pinching his cheeks. I just couldn't believe that all those joyful noises and smiling faces were mine to enjoy until I was too old to remember my own name.
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