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7:40 a.m. - Saturday, Jul. 12, 2003
The outrage of it all...the could he....yet he slips behind a cloud....a grey, slate cloud and when he comes out the other side, I don't know him. A bright star is not made of tinsel, not filled with foam. A bright star dances in the night, provides warmth, provides light and never dims. Yet you, slipped behind a cloud and when you came out, you no longer shone.


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