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Dear Daylight,

       Its mid winter but I bet she's still lying in the meadow wishing on the stars. Its 11:00 at night and I'm feeling alone so I go the only place I know where to go. I put on my jacket and walk out the door. When I get to the meadow I figure out that I was right. There in the soft new snow she lays still breathing deep. I see her breath turn white in the air before it disappears. I stop  walking and just watch her for a moment.  Then I whisper I love you hoping the breeze can carry it to her ears. I turn around and walk away. If she heard me she never asked me to stay.

                                           From a boy  who can not let go...