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Jul 2010
The cold fall air rushed to meet him as he softly shut the door.
The leaves scattered around the sidewalk making music.
His hair blew in the wind and his breath left trails in the sky.

The snow started to fall as he walked away with a heavy heart.
(She watched from behind the curtain.)
Kathy Byers
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Kathy Byers  31/F/Lost in Translation
(31/F/Lost in Translation)   
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