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April 4, 2007
A whisper in the night: Itís just another impossibility. And I think good, Iíll make it through this like the rest.

The music pauses on its own accord, hair in my view moves. A cold touch not seen and I know he is there.

So many connections made throughout life are not breakable, and some not amendable. Separated by life and death, still we find our ways through the thicket.

Sometimes you just know. I knew. Will we make it through the first of many? I wonít try to be perfect, and I expect nothing but the same from you.