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Aug 2015
He stood in the open doorway, watching her. She stood before the window, her arms wrapped tightly around her body, her shoulders slumped with an agony that just would not let go. Her face, a mask of misery, glowed back at her. She slowly raised her hand, to trace a single raindrop rolling down the glass.
He realised, as the sun shone brilliant outside, she could only trace her reflected pain.
Helen
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