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4 Years Without You

My sweet Sloan,
You are the magic of fluttering wings on a warm summer day,
the heaviness of a downpour as autumn makes its way.
You are the quiet winter snowfall on bare branches of trees,
the sweetness of fresh blossoms dancing in a spring breeze.
With me in spirit, through both sadness and splendor,
though earthly being gone,
Your soul I’ll love forever.

I’ve raised you only in memory, Dreams, and what if’s, for four long years today. I miss you.

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