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I bleed tears

as we resume

the custom of

the countries

we find our

selves to be

in. We have

always given

freely of our

selves to each

other. Our

choices have

been made

and the paths

have been set.

There are pass

ing moments

between the

seasons where

we can close

space once

more, only to

widen it again

with the pass

ing years that

age us. I found

grace in your

hands and

cannot believe

I let them go

once more.