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The dim lights from the city night scape cascade through the mini
blinds. The pastel painted walls and fluffy themed portraits
backdrop the otherwise sterile room.
His wife in motionless sleep, deep and heavy, well deserved. The
day was long, the pain was joy, and all is well.
A quiet tear caresses his face, descending, tracing the crease
framing his grin. His masculine arms, strong and gentle, firm and
kind, now crossed, and cradled against the warmth of his chest, a
child. Motionless she sleeps, deep and heavy, well deserved. The
day was long, the pain was joy, and all is well.
The grin on his face forcing the squint of his eyes. The vision of so
many tomorrows and open ended dreams. In awe of purity, in
reverence of innocence. The humility of splendor, the infinite
wonder, the power of life…
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