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To my beloved,
I pray that you are well. Not a day passes that I do not think of
you, of your angelic smile. 'Twas what caught my attention that warm
afternoon in August. Yes, I remember it as clear as day, still. You were
talking with your friends about something I presumed was amusing
enough for you to conjure up such a wonderful sight. I almost did not
notice my hat being carried by the wind to your direction. But, I suppose
you were the culprit. You distracted me!
Your beloved