A Message (Missing Pages)

I hear your voice scattered like so many laces of light. It resounds in this place where I wed the leaves and the trees... where you met your disease in my childhood. My happiness overwelmed my dreams of autumn, and it grew weary. A smile pressed into memories and stuck with pins. And I miss you, more than yesterday. And I promise, I will return to you someday.

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