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{day 359} Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful
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{day 353} to every word of love I heard you whisper, the raindrops seem to play a sweet refrain
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{day 344} home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another,
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{day 340} I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem