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I stood outside...
the wind was blowing gently through my hair.
I heard your voice...
carried upon the wind,
whispering my name.
I could hear the smile in your voice,
the gentleness of it as it made it sound as if you were right behind me.
I looked for you, but you were not there.
I sighed, as I often do, and went on with my day,only to hear the wind again....
11/2/2005 2:51 pm