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Mar 2011
A body is just a vessel that holds the heart,
the mind,
and the spirit.
Somewhere in his damaged brain,
he is screaming that he loves her,
but she will never hear it.
This is what I tell myself when I think about him.
Emily Von Shultz
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Emily Von Shultz  Sierra Nevada Mountains
(Sierra Nevada Mountains)   
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