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Eddie Quintal
@EDQ · 1:21

The Passage

The passage by Eddie Quintal easy on the eye was the wide blue sky lush green leaves played blush with the breeze the room was aplenty, just pretty and plain the crowd was all without vain echoes of mingling came soft and clear a few look old some looked bored none looked cold like the leaves that gently swayed there was a murmur in the air people spoke in a hush with no rush most spoke none at all some spoke in monologue the lady in the corner observant to the room for none she sees or seems to know her vacant look is her glow in the light that creeps through her door there in the calm of the sunny room lay a coffin like a tomb in that box was the man who had stood by her in all her plans now just a silence from his end and not a whisper from her end he was she and she was him and now he's gone and she's to stay all her thoughts are astray 61 years all gone away for in the wonders of her life stood the darkness of her plight he's gone at 85 and took with him all her light

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Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:09
Wow. I really like this. It's so vivid. I feel like I'm there watching this scene unfold. Really, really wonderful stuff. Thank you so much for sharing it
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Becky Butler
@bc75 · 3:12

#The Passage

And flowers and grass and growth, and rainbows and showers and beautiful things that we look at in awe and are inspired and look at each other. Another person of 61 years, to look into the eyes of a person that you have been looking into for 61 years, you are completely just knit together as one sewed, stitched, fashioned, heart to heart, beat to beat. And to have that at one point, at some point come to a break and a separation. Hopefully it's not permanent
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