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]]> http://waldmanblog.com/?p=8#comment-6 Livrare Flori Sun, 27 Feb 2011 23:22:24 +0000 http://waldmanblog.com/?p=8#comment-6 Night became day, over and again, but still his smile would lose time on his eyes to make way for the tired haze that the pains would leave in him. My hand clutched his so tightly and desperately sought to his every need. Doctors came and went, healers of all names, races and creeds. All came hesitantly and all left in disappointment. I would feel worried and frayed at all ends, like I had been gnawed on the entirety of such visits. No sooner did I return to his side, that he would pat my shoulder and smile. Night became day, over and again, but still his smile would lose time on his eyes to make way for the tired haze that the pains would leave in him. My hand clutched his so tightly and desperately sought to his every need. Doctors came and went, healers of all names, races and creeds. All came hesitantly and all left in disappointment. I would feel worried and frayed at all ends, like I had been gnawed on the entirety of such visits. No sooner did I return to his side, that he would pat my shoulder and smile.

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