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Dance

The dim lights from the city night scape cascade
through the opened 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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