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Jul 2014
She was brilliance, colour and strangeness wrapped in a neat package. Without speaking she points upwards to the Heavens and you strain your eyes to see translucent stars and galaxies playing amongst the secrets of the Universe. And in that fleeting moment, you realise that perhaps you have found your infinity in her. It was time to finally come home.
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