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Apr 2015
He shivered but not from the breeze, from the questionable silence that was echoing into the sky. All he could hear was the sound of her breathing and as he stared at the way her eyes searched the air for something that appeared to be lost, he realised that even though there are missing parts, broken things can be the most beautiful of them all.
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