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A breeze 
But I know it's yours
Can you hear me?
Do you see me?
Ever think of us?
Forget it, you're
Gone. Is
Heaven real?
I wish we could talk
Just you and me. I want to
Know you
Like Mama does and Gramma
Maybe you would like me
No, probably not
Of course, I hope you would
Please give me a sign that you're up there
Quiet. I'm listening
Really close.
Soft whispers in 
The air
Under the lights I see you
Very near
Would you meet me soon? Show a little
Xenia?
You could meet your great-granddaughter, and the failing generation
Z