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HER
Her. A vision of loveliness I must concur,
an ordor of the finest myrrh. I can feel
her presence in the air. I call to her I only
hear whispers. Her face is but a blur.
One of life's beautiful themes, walking,
holding hands by living streams, under
mult-colored sunbeams. Like hand and
glove a love that can only come from
above, making the perfect team. I awake
from a dream.
Her. Avision of loveliness...Where?
