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And then he was off, dashing away into the field without a look back, fading into the night like the ghost he was.

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It’s been more than a year since I saw him last…

Yes, I miss him…but things have gotten…better, I guess.

I know he’s gone on without me, gone ahead, gone away…

I’m not ready to go to him yet.  He knows that now, but he’ll wait for me there.

Of that I’m sure.  I don’t have faith left in many things, perhaps nothing.





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