As years pass the two knew each other’s existence, yet never knew the other. She was beautiful in the way a rose wilts yet still holds vibrant reds in the face of death. Now here she was, youthful and radiant, upon the stage dancing in front of a hundred men but performing for one. He watched through weary eyes behind the long gray hair. A tear runs down as he stared at a past best forgotten.
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