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I miss her
easy smile and the laugh that accompanied it. I wonder if the last time she laughed the sound traveled out into the night air and was carried away like the last wispy puff of a dandelion born on the wind? Did it go out into space where it still echoes among stars? That is how I like to picture it going on forever like my memories of her (To copy or translate this poem, please contact BESS KEMP) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE
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