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… faces to the sun. Her breathing eased, and for the first time, I could see the one she used to be. The sun highlighted her features as they had been, now a face of quiet beauty, feeling a pain I hoped to never understand.
Thomas Plummer
David Rudder
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Beautiful piece, Thomas 😌
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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