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   Flori online on March 13, 2011 at 10:03 am

   I broke again, when his hand no longer clutched at mine, when his eyes would no longer smiled. I would always remember his words, but couldn’t believe how I could ever do them justice. His eyes would haunt me through my dreams and when I would startle back into the depth of night, I would mourn for the lost I would suffer all over again. Oh how the wind howled and battered all around me.