A History:Repeated Love
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A memory. That's what they were yet they refuse to see it, their love and their passion for each other burned brighter than the lights of the cities or the candles that brought savoring warmth to the one that held it. This is a story about a man who loved a woman to much that he was willing to give everything for her and a woman whose dreams are her priority yet her love for him seemed to grow brighter than her passion.
This is a story about generations of unmet love and unkept promises.
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