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She loves the night.

The soft cool,

and inky silence.

Her frayed brain and frazzled nerves,

sink into an abyss of serenity.

Closing her eyes she remembers Him

laying gently next to her,

understanding her need to be still.

The recall of His tender company

shrouding her in safety,

the enveloping protection of his shielding arms,

brings a tear to her eye.

The memory, alive and well, is bittersweet.

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