Please spare me time to mourn for the loss of someone I am not sure how to describe. As the last few seconds of Christmas day tick away, so does my hope. It is over. The wind carried with it the last chance for a miracle to occur. Everything should have ended that day. But I persisted and insisted until today. Finally, it cracked and reality shone through. Perhaps the wind took with it fanciful clouds that blocked the sun or did it reveal darker layers of flickering storm?
If this is a story, a film, can I write the ending I want? Maybe I just want to start again.
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