sometimes I look at things in my life with love and wonder how much more I would have loved you. I think God was sending you to me to help me. there are so many pieces of film I must skip through now. I am sorry that I was scared. I am sorry that I wasn’t strong enough.
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Her mother always told her that her eyes were the color of the lake after a storm, grey and green with a little bit of mud.
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She was born just as the lake began to warm, raised as if the water were land.
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She fell in love several times, but it was always the kind of love that falls away with a heavy rain.
