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Thursday, December 19, 2013
On a Cold Wintry Day
December 19, 2013
I walked into the Post Office today, leaving the cold behind me, and when I looked up, all the world went dark, all I could see were the flowers in her eyes. In an instant she was by me and gone, but I'll always remember, on a cold wintry day, the flowers in her eyes.