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We walked down these streets together. You'd look at me, smile, and say my name. We'd stop for a moment, laugh, and go on walking.
Now, I go out alone. The early morning light, coloring the streets. I pass by broken sidewalks and windows. Abandoned bicycles, empty chairs.
I pause for a moment, touch the peeling red wall, and listen carefully for your voice.
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The book, “Passing Moments” was published in April, 2008.
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