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Aug 2013
Where is he?*

I sit down and my tears fill the cracks in the pavement. I stand up and start to walk around; 20 minutes, 40 minutes, an hour - *longer.
I have been wait for what seems like days, but he is not here.

I walk away.
Don't look back.
Enid M Hughes
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Enid M Hughes  Canada
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