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A crowded room and loud voices. A narrow clearing -the slight gap between two people and that one face. It is but all I see.

The crowds dont seem as heavy and the voices arent as loud. This face isn't new its one I know. A distant memory from the past. As the distance lessens I am once more blessed by their presence. Time stand still -I want to live ...let mine be that-which I had thought I would never feel again.

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