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Dedications

July 16, 2007

Reading the third page she smiled.

Years back, she remembered writing those lines. For him.

A lazy flick of her hand and the ashes stained the page. Like her memories now staining the dedications in his book.

To his wife. Using her words.

Slowly, she turned to the author’s note. ‘My husband’, she thought happily.

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