Cold nights calls out to the spirit of the Bride. Amidst the fog fighting your headlights, you can barely see her. But you can, and through squinted eyes, you watch her wander and observe her sadness. Her sadness is palpable. As she draws nearer, your chest fills with grief that overflows from your eyes. You know she is not there for you. She is searching for her love. You know she will never find them.
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