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Words of a thinker lost in the sands of time. He was like a fresh burst of air,. A year that started off. Like a wreath on Christmas. As I ran into my dearest place in the world,. There was something about the way you held me. As your strong arms enveloped my feeble body,. There was something about the way I unwound. As you put your chin on my head,.
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