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  • I thought of you as I was writing today. A silhouette, a title, perhaps an old song just took me back to that February afternoon, all those years back. My mind went on wandering, the banks of the river, your hair, your lips, your hand in mine. Soon I would have to leave, you said you would wait, I said I would come back. People walked past looking at us, so young, in a state of love. I saw tears in your eyes, you said you were there for me, you would always be there. I felt pride, some sadness, time flew so quickly then. The following morning I was on the plane, flying to that war, to that sand, the horror, far away, far from you.
    And now I am here, writing, longing. So much time has passed. And I don't know where you are.
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