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Gone

by hilda

*Time hath ceased. All clocks stopped. Where you passed by in dew kissed meadow, void of thy presence. We hear no more at our door thy gentle knock. After thy passing and before persistent loud cry of Whip-poor-will. Now that is still. Silence.* ~Hilda~
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