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The Bridge: Looking In, Looking Out
by David LaPlantz ·
The way you looked that night can only be described within one’s heart. The vision was beyond the reach of the ocean’s water, the heart’s sand always changing from the constant emotion that flows in and out. How can we be so fortunate? How can we know what we’ve lost, until the heart stops beating? Hey Big, Happy Valentine’s Day a wee bit early. I haven’t forgotten…….
