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By Kerry |
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By Kerry |
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is a place that I go, where a lost soul abides. Many years ago I first saw her as she was carried here to her rest, why of all those who have died on this world was she alone forgotten? I  don't
know...I alone have the power to see her as she is now, walking towards me her hand reaching out.... Pale and beautiful in a blue lace dress and shawl... She will put her hand on my face and then turn away... Searching but never finding him,  not realizing that his soul left this place long ago. They loved and died together. The stone says Olivia and David, 1826. They were only 19... My tears fall to the ground, pale diamonds that will melt with the morning sun.
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