



Cold December winds whispered to me and on them I heard his laughter. White winter snow glistened across the ground, each flake reminding me of the sparkle in his eyes. Ice sickles dripped, crying as I did for the loss of youth and love. I was barely more than a girl when I watched them bury him, my heart still in his hands.






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