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It was a cold, crisp afternoon in the city. On this particular day you could see two figures, hats and all, walking down the lane and through the park that lead to the city. It was a well used walk but was oddly empty today, most likely due to the new snow on the ground. There was a light dusting of snow, complimenting the trees in the distance with a Burl Ives stereotypical picture. Walking through the park, no sound except for the crunching of the snow beneath them. The sun was blotted out by buildings, and a thick aroma of coffee and coca wafted from a small corner shop finding them on the lane. Breathing in the scent deeply, she smiles co

With one heel nailed down one hand reaches up and grasps for the sky,  brushing the clouds with chastened fingertips. Eagerly waiting for the sensation of home.   Lips cracked and dry smile bleeds colorful blood across the sands of time and down the summer dress of yesterday. Because of a great love, one is courageous a great man once said, she thought in her foggy mind of  years. As the words danced gracefully and slow through the caverns of the brain her voice made beautiful melodies of random, harsh, compassionate tones.   The ground beneath her calloused, worn feet was the soft, multitude of rocks each th