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The weather was turning. I could feel the winter wind strike a glancing blow across my face. Teary eyed, I watched, accepting the fact autumn would be leaving me. Icier days grew closer, and I drew deeper into myself. I couldn’t bear watching, for fear I’d never see her again.

 

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