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“Only two others have walked the winds with me,” he says softly. He lightly brushes her hair away from her eyes, silently marking the shift in their color. Turning his face toward the rain, he breathes deeply and wraps both arms around her. He feels the rhythm of her breathing – strangely in time with his own – tightens his embrace and stands with her, content not to move.
[ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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