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When Winter came...
When Winter came...
Sun still shone when I crossed that bridge and the river still flowed beneath it. Grey gloom on the horizon could not stop me. The flag hung limp and the glint of rapids winked back at expectant skies. I don't deny that I miss you. But these moments move me like your radiant smile, soothe like your calming voice. When I cross that bridge that cannot be recrossed. I pray you'll be urging me onward, lighting the way.
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