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[...and continues opening. Sarah Paddison]

I felt your presence, through the smoke of a Midsummer’s Night. Felt your ashen grey threads caress the air as ghosts emerged from a dying ember. And the tears crept into my glassy eyes, lips curling into a broad smile as my heart skipped a beat. These effervescent things fade quickly, yet I could feel your warmth linger for a protracted, blissful minute. Sixty seconds of perfection--my eyes caught sixty seconds of perfection, and held on to each and every silvery whirl of euphoria.