January 2012
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With her forehead resting in between my shoulder and the sky, I gently run my fingers through her hair, pushing it behind her ear full in the knowledge that she finds it annoying, I smile. Times like these have never felt so eloquently silent. As the politeness of the harsh northern wind takes the words from our chapped lips, it smiles as it moves on to the next wanton victim who’s face is...
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