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The dim lights from the city night scape cascade through
the mini blinds… The pastel painted walls and calming
portraits backdrop the otherwise sterile room.
Her father in motionless sleep, deep and heavy, well
deserved. The day was long, the pain was over, and a
peace falls over the room.
A quiet tear caresses her face, descending, tracing the
crease framing her grin. His masculine hand, strong and
gentle, firm and kind, now caressed, and cradled against
the warmth of her chest.
The grin on her face forcing the squint of her eyes. The
vision of so many yesterdays and realized dreams that
she’ll never forget…
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