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Melancholy weather, anticipating thunderstorms, solitude marked tomorrow's, no relief in sight. 02/26/07

A thousand things and nothing can conjure up memories of you, everything about you, before I could become your wife and I'll remember them al..

Memories of you, always so close to the surface, well up within me in the Spring and Summer. The smell of newly grown flowers, butterflies in the..

Screams echoing, through memories filled with fear. I tremble, as if cold, whispering words, describing feelings, old. I shed streams of tears, ..

I could hit home runs, throw hard and fast and longed to wear the uniform of Little league, but when I asked, they said, "No." I had good grades ..

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