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In a black-white time, life shadowed by darkness of secrets that weighed days down like heavy storm clouds, he was sun’s heart—warm and brilliant-rayed.
Barré—handsome, gentle, with a delicious romantic accent. Beguiled by books, he’d schooled himself on vast subjects, and told stories to take me away from confines of bleak bricks, silent despising eyes.
One morning I heard his bicycle (he always parked below my window) and the tune he whistled. He’d brought me a bouquet of pink tea roses, and orange jelly-filled chocolates. Smiling, yet earnest, he said, “Today is the day we go—no more this sad place”.
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