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write of an almost, something which was so close that you could taste it, but never was. any form accepted! :)
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On a Rainy Day

Her smile was sunlight on a rainy day. I couldn’t tell you her name, her face, nor her eyes. Even as they starved us, as they took away our homes, I never forgot her smile. Even when I became old and wrinkled, and my Auschwitz tattoo stretched beyond anything recognizable, she was still on my mind. I still remembered that girl on that train with the lilac sprig in her hair with a smile like sunlight on a rainy day.