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Poem: When I First Saw Her

When I first saw her, it wasn’t anything like in the movies. Time didn’t slow down to a crawl, the music didn’t go silent, and there wasn’t a change in lighting. My heart didn’t freeze, nor did it pick up … Continue reading

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