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6:20 a.m. - 2002-04-10 the little boy watches her go. he hestitates just within the edge of the wood. he takes a step toward her to keep her just within his horizon. then he turns back. he stumbles out onto the soft meadow grass and lifts his face into the breeze. the breeze feels like sandpaper upon his face, raw from the tears he has shed for his little girl. he curls up in a ball to sleep in a valley of the meadow which hugs around him warm like a mother's womb. but his sleep is fitful and filled with visions of a dark eyed child wandering alone in the woods. his legs kick against the ground as he tries to follow her through the dream. he awakens, chill with the sweat of his fruitless efforts." ~~Octobergirl.
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