I felt a dim glow of satisfaction deep within my soul as the night turned into day. My dreams of before, now a reality. There was nothing I wanted...
But one thing... The one thing I couldn't have.

I believe in miricles as they happen every day around me, birth, growth, laugther and joy. I pray for a miricle now, even. Guide him, save her. I can hardley get everyones name into the list sometimes as the hours pass by.

But there is one name that stands out like a black print on a white paper. A name that still draws emotions that are strange to adults. Everyone has a special name for the things they love...the things that love them.....
The name I am thinking of eludes me, although I know how to spell it. I wonder if I will ever know it?

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slugguts (joined over 14 years ago)

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