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Dec 2013
With that the loving Sandra kissed Alex gently on his cheek and although she had kissed his cheek many times before, there was something different about this one, a little bit longer, a little bit warmer, a little bit harder. She was saying her goodbye.

He wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. She gave him a comforting smile, turned and began to walk away, each step tearing away more and more of Alex's courage until she disappeared into the fog and falling snow.
This is an excerpt from a short story I'm working on, I thought it had some poetic beauty to it and was curious to see what kind of reaction it might have here.
Everett V Minshall
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Everett V Minshall  22/M
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