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Don’t shed a tear or begin to whimper,
through the wind, I am the endless whisper.

I lift the birds and push the waves,
fall to you in pouring rains.

I am forever with love and time,
close your eyes I’m not hard to find.

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When I miss her so much and it seems unbearable to imagine I’ll never see or talk to Karen again, this poem always seeps into my head and for some reason it brings me great comfort. I imagine the breeze is her, the warm sun on my face is her. Wherever she is, she’s still here.

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