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“Each second neared our last.
We danced.
“Kieren . . .��
“Shhh . . .��
We danced.
“I’ll be okay.�� Was that me lying? Or him?
We danced.
“Close your eyes,�� he whispered, brushing his lips
against mine. “Know that I’m missing you already and
that you’ll always be in my prayers.��
When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of
the dance floor.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, Blessed

“I like it,�� I said. “The material’s so heavy, though. I
may turn into a sweat monster.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, Blessed