Lost love. It was a whisper of harshness, a trail opened momentarily. And I wondered, where had I seen it before; it was an omen. It seemed to be of significance, and I regarded it warily; something stirred and I remembered. It was then I realised, it was something that had been precious. It had... Sign in to see full entry.
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