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I could feel her.  Her soft voice embracing me as she called me over to her.  Her dark hair was tied up in a high ponytail, wore a flattering pastel blue dress that came down just below her knees, black heels that seemed to be more proud than the rest of her attire, and a pearl jewelry to accent her neckline and ears.  A Summer breeze filled the living room as it carried her scent to me.  It conveyed a sense of nurturing and caring that I had come to know and trust.  Her eyes soft and wonderful; doorways to her soul.  Like deep pools, I would linger inside her for hours and never break away from her. She was my everything.  My salvation from