Diamond Dust

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They walked together, through the morning snow. Hand in hand. They were talking about the present and the future, but in reality, the only thing that counted was the here and now. The awakening sun made the snow glitter like diamond dust. One day, when one of them wasn’t there anymore, the other would often think of those special mornings and imagine that if they had continued walking, never stopped, they would still be together.

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