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Date: 2005-10-09 03:21 am (UTC)How can you write something so heartwrenching and beautiful?
I dunno. But I will tell you this. I started tearing up while I wrote this in the coffee shop this morning. Down right embarassing. I think what prompted me to write this was the very brief shots of Kaylee with that child on Haven, the one I named Mathias for the story. It seemed right to have her greive all the dead, not just the ones that we, the viewers, knew best.