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Linda was not ready to say goodbye just yet, her eyes would close and tears would never run down her face, she would smile, but the warm almost childlike smile she used to so easily provided to strangers had now become a burden.
Her hands often touched cold, white marble and felt burnt. The seasons would change. The winter breeze would so easily mingle her hair, the fallen leaves would crack where she walked, the flowers would surround her with a fallen glory as the summer would oh so gently burn her skin. But in the end of the day, love was meant to find her, and it would.