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But she still loved the images in her mind of the happy times when<br />
she had been held by the strong arms of her own snoring man, dreaming<br />
of probably some missed glory, next to her in bed. It had taken her years<br />
to fully accept crawling into bed alone. Every so often, the loneliness<br />
would enshroud her like a suffocating, invisible fog.<br />
On those nights, she wasn’t alone, her tears and happy memories<br />
cuddled with her and got her through the night. And she would always<br />
gallantly fight through it. For she had flowers to water, smiles to give out<br />
and dreamed of watching the roses bloom and grin at her.<br />
“What a nice neighborhood,” visitors would often say but nobody<br />
gave her credit for the fragrance of the flowers and the clean walkways. A<br />
young mother who pushed her stroller by on many a day would<br />
sometimes give her a casual wave. A group of rowdy young boys running<br />
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