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Previous - this entry written on October 15, 2003 at 6:40 pm - Next *soft smile* Tears. Not of sadness... no sadness, no regrets, nothing but the familiar (as I'd never thought it would be but as it by now is) feeling that everything, somehow, is perfect. I can see him, every word revealing him, every entry drawing out memories more precious than gold and more beautiful than the most brilliant sunset. He exists, and he pleases me. I am... happy. *shrugs, rubbing her eyes for a moment, unable to wipe away the smile but catching a few stray tears* Iri theunre linta, tequeo pto'vez.
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