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Her eye, from the screen, looked at me,
reading my words describing pain. Something she read had turned her head, a beautiful soul felt my dread. She wrote me words with style and grace from cyber space, soothing my soul. I gave reply, I don't know why… two strangers passing in the night. The seedling nurtured by her flow, watered to grow for blossoming. Sheltering me on stormy nights, understanding the rain named pain. Holding the hand of the lost man, pushing me back on the right track. A woman that says friend and is, showing it in so many ways. The gift of time taken from her life, wrapped and offered so lovingly. A face that I have never seen, means more to me than most I have. A voice that I have never heard, saying the words, I need to hear. Standing beside me bringing sun, a shining light that helped me write. Putting a bright face on my day, thank you Stacy in every way. It's because of you I'm still here, I share a smile with Stiles today.
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